



ayleen
"You don't like my hair?" She pulled her thin lip, slightly flushed from the hot drink, into a smile from the corner of her mouth. She was the one to tell him that. "It's wet, I don't like the feeling" she sighed. Her favorite cinnamon cappuccino was cooling on the table. "The gel makes my hands sticky" amends with a tiny smile on her lips. "First, it's not gel. And second, you're the only one complaining, Ayleen" He scored with amusement. His eyes focused on hers. "I'm the only one who tells the truth" She responds with a smile on her lips, lacing her fingers around the glass, bringing it to her mouth. He smiled. She could feel it by the way his breathing quickened, letting out a measly sound accompanied by a sigh. She liked to annoy him. His hair sure was pretty. Ayleen was sure she would find it cute if she could see.
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