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Chapter nine
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What next he did surprised her, because he stretched forth his hand to her hair, and she shifted backwards before he could. Then gave him a questioning look.
"I uh, was just trying to take dirt off your hair." He said, then blew out a big breath of frustration. It seemed he was already getting fed up with her attitude towards him, but was still staying because maybe, just maybe he meant every word. She thought.
"I'm sorry, I don't like someone touching my hair." She said, and he knew she was lying. However, she asked him to still take the dirt off her hair. And watched him cautiously as began doing as she had instructed.
He raised his hand up and then touched her hair at first. Something which sent shivers down her spine, and generated goosebumps on her every single pore.
She took a hard dry gulp to be calm, because it seem like he was affecting her so much.
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