As she kissed my chest, I rubbed her strands between my fingers, the texture feeling off. And that’s when it hit me. I was expecting to feel hair that was curly and dark, not smooth and red. Eyes bulging out, I jerked back, heaving under my half-open shirt. Rosalie looked up, an eyebrow arched and a frown overtaking her swollen lips. “Uh… I’m sorry, I’m not feeling it today. Might have caught a bug or something,” I lied. “Maybe another time.”
