Chapter 8

Olivia Martins

I pull away from him, getting out of the bed. “What are you talking about? I just got my hair cut. I wanted to try something new.” Forcing a smile, I turned to him and asked. “What do you think?”

He gets out of the bed, towering over me. His eyes tell me he doesn’t believe me, but he doesn’t call out my lies. “I think you look beautiful. I just don’t get why you cut your hair. You loved it long.” He runs his fingers through my now short hair, his fingers caressing my scalp. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch.

“I was tired of the length anyways.” I lie.

He nods but stares at me suspiciously.

“I’m beat. Can we go to bed now?”

I crawl into bed, and he gets in behind me, pulling me into his arms.

“Good night.” I say, snuggling into him, my head resting on his chest.

His hands play with my short strands, as if he can’t get over the fact that my long hair is gone. “Good night.”

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