“I swear she means well,” I muttered.
“I know she does.”
Vani sighed and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “It’s really not a big deal,” she said after a moment.
“Yes, it is,” I said calmly, “You don’t have to pretend otherwise, not with me.”
She smiled, but the smile disappeared almost immediately as her hands suddenly flew to her head. “Oh my God.”
I frowned slightly. “What?”
“My hair.”
Then she froze. Slowly, she turned to look at me. “Did you put my bonnet on?”
I shrugged. “You fell asleep before you could.”
She stared at me for a second before letting out a long breath of relief.
“Thank God,” she said.
"I have something to say, and I need you to listen," she nodded, giving me her undivided attention. "I love your hair. I've only seen it once, and already I can't help but want to look at it all the time. Don't get me wrong, I like you with straight hair or wavy hair too. But just knowing that your curls are what God naturally designed for you makes them so much more stunning in my eyes. I'm genuinely concerned for my health at this point. If you look any more beautiful, I might die from excitement."
"Stop it," she choked out. "It's not that great."
"It is," I replied firmly. "I'm even more obsessed with you now. I'll get down on my knees if that'll make you agree."
She laughed. "There's a lot more I can do with my hair. Will that make you more obsessed with me?"
"Hmm, talk dirty to me, Firefly."
She chuckled, shoving me away so she could get up. "I'm hungry."
"I am too. Give me a kiss."
33- Evania
Callahan was finishing the last of his coffee across from me, looking far too relaxed for someone who had an entire charity ball to attend later tonight. I watched him for a moment, weighing my words, before finally giving in.
I narrowed my eyes at him from across the breakfast table.
“What?” he asked innocently.
I pointed my fork at him. “You look too peaceful. That usually means you’re about to annoy me.”
His mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. “I’m wounded that you think so little of me.”
You hid my phone charger two days ago because I haven’t given you a pet name.
“I think that's reasonable,” he replied smoothly.
I opened my mouth to argue, then stopped myself with a sigh.
“Actually,” I said, pushing my plate away, “I need your opinion.”
His brows lifted slightly.
“My opinion?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
