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“You don’t,” he replied, shaking his head. “Have you ever cut it?”
“Of course I’ve cut it.” I rolled my eyes. The conversation was getting really weird, but I couldn’t help but be intrigued. He was staring at me.Me.
Invisible Esther.
I was sure that I’d never held anyone’s attention before. It was a heady sensation, to say the least.
“Bullshit,” he said, his lips twitching.
“I’ve trimmed it,” I clarified, crossing my arms over my chest. “If I didn’t, it would get all stringy at the ends.”
“Can’t have that,” he replied in amusement.
“You want to see it down?” I asked, sighing like it was a huge pain to even offer. In reality, my stomach was somersaulting like I’d swallowed a hive of bees. He watched me like I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen, and in that moment I would’ve done anything to hold his gaze.
“Seriously?” he asked, straightening.
“Yeah.”
“Fuck yeah,” he said quickly. He laughed a little at himself. “I mean yes. I’ve been dyin’ to see it.”
“Seems like a weird thing to bedying to see,” I replied as I reached for my hair.
“Maybe to you,” he said, his eyes on my hands. “You’ve seen it.”
“It’s really nothing special,” I warned, handing him a bobby pin. I searched around, finding them easily. I could do my hair in my sleep, I’d been wearing it the same way for so long. I’d handed him five pins when my hair started to droop in the back, and I slid my fingers into the hair tie and pulled it out. “Brown and mostly straight.”
“Holy hell,” he murmured as my hair fell down my back.
I laughed self-consciously as I ran my fingers through it and turned away from him. “See? It’s just hair.”
I froze as his fingers touched the back of my neck and slid down, following the strands of hair until they ended right above my butt. I wanted to turn, so I could see his face, but as his fingers started again at my neck I felt almost hypnotized.
“Why the hell would you wear this up all the time?” he murmured, both hands running through my hair.
“It’s kind of like the skirt thing,” I replied, looking at him over my shoulder.
“Your parents have rules about yourhair?”
“Yep.” They had rules about everything, and I was breaking them one by one.
His hand wrapped lightly around the back of my neck and for some reason, I didn’t feel nervous as he turned me to face him.
“Is it everything you hoped for?” I teased uncomfortably as his hand tightened in the hair at my nape.
“I get it now,” he replied, staring at me. “You wear this down and your parents would be puttin’ bars on the windows to keep the guys away.”
I rolled my eyes. It was just hair. It was long and annoying and took forever to wash. I was stillmewhen it was down and I’d never had a single boy show any kind of interest.
“I’m not jokin’,” he breathed. “Jesus Christ.”
“I doubt he cares what my hair looks like,” I said lightly.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he said incredulously.
“Uh, thank you?” I wasn’t sure it was a compliment considering his tone.
He didn’t reply as he pulled my hair forward, smoothing it down over my shoulders.
