I grab her hair dryer off the vanity, and she gives me a small smile as I approach. “Are you freaking serious?” “You’re cold.” “I’m tired.” I shift her forward so I can sit behind her, my back pressed against the headboard, both legs on either side of her. “It’s a good thing I’m the one doing it, then, isn’t it?” “This is ridiculous—” Her words are cut off by the whoosh of the dryer. I take my time, deliberately being mindful of tangles. It probably takes twice as long than if she’d done it, but by the time I’m done, she’s looking up at me with hooded eyes. Her tongue sneaks out and wets
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Imma give this book 5 stars even if the upcoming conflict will pmo like that’s how good ts is. Fav couple nominees too
