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In an absolutely-obviously-thoroughly-fucked kind of way. My hair was a complete disaster. What had started as soft waves yesterday was now a tangled, knotted mess that stuck out in every direction. There were actual knots where Zade's fingers had gripped and pulled. Evidence of how many times his hands had fisted in my hair while he'd moved inside me, while I'd taken him in my mouth, while he'd held me exactly where he wanted me. I reached up and tried to run my fingers through the tangles, wincing when they caught on a particularly bad knot.

A beguiling, dangerous allure. The shameless idiot has that rugged charm that makes you want to run your fingers through his tousled hair. His eyes? They have this smoldering intensity that could melt ice, but at the same time, they are soft and warm, like he's got secrets he is willing to share only with the right person.

This means,… I’m probably not his mate. “Nice to meet you, Tangle.” The long brown hair was braided down his back. Beads that matched Daine’s were tangled in the braid. Tangle was definantly more rugged than Daine, sporting calloused hands and a few day old stubble. His muscles were larger, his bow strapped across his chest even while he ate.

“I know. I just… I don't even know where to start. Everything’s tangled. Him, Liam, school… my parents…” Zara smiled, though it was gentle, knowing. “Then start here. With me. We’ll sort through it together. One step at a time.” For the first time all day, I felt a flicker of relief. Maybe I didn’t have to face all of this alone. "Thank you.' I thanked Zara. She hugged me, "What are friends for, I gat your back, so relax. And speaking of this, we are going clubbing." Zara squealed, shaking me excitedly.

Opening the wrap, I caught the name Tiffany. ‘You know I don’t want anything from you. I... I can’t accept this. It’s too much’, I stuttered. ‘I want you to wear it when I introduce you as my girlfriend to the world. Accept it, Erica, please?’ That ‘please’ did it. What’s with him and pleading. I give in every time he pleads. I wish I had more endurance but then I couldn’t object to him when he asks like that. I opened the case and looked at a glittering necklace. This present is too practical to have romantic connotations associated with it. I hide my disappointment that he thought of giving me this as the first gift to me.

There was a giant ball of knot that gathered the strands to one side. I tried running my fingers through my hair but immediately regretted it when my fingers ended up getting trapped within. I tried to carefully pull the strands free, but it was no use. I managed to untangle some of it until my fingers cramped and my shoulders ached. I grabbed the sink and leaned on it, closing my eyes to breathe through the frustration. The hair alone didn't frustrate me. My entire life did. The current situation I was being forced to live in felt much like the tangled hair on my head, all knotted up and painfully impossible to unsnarl from the web that has it tied around.

I couldn’t concentrate well enough on my work and I had things to do and I didn’t want to leave it till next week so I had to erase my thoughts on what happened earlier in the morning and I couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet and kind Jasper is. I was able to finish all I had to before I felt with Felix and while I clearing my desk and placing things in the right order, my phone rang “don’t keep me waiting” a deep voice called out on the other end of the call “I’ll be right down in five minutes” I said Minutes after the call, a colleague called out to me “Yoo Dana” “Uh you’ve got company in a red Tesla car” he said with a confused look Laughing nervously and uncomfortably I said “ I don’t

It's like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands – elusive and intangible. I just wish I knew what caused the rift between us. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A| Leaning back in my chair, the white top clung casually as if it had been chosen for its ability to effortlessly match the laid-back vibe. The hot pink tight skirt, on the other hand, screamed a pop of rebellion against the sea of mundane college attire in the cafeteria. My honey blonde hair are tied up in a loose ponytail with a few strands out, making a mess.

“We’re playing with fire.” “Are you scared you’ll get burned?” He didn’t answer. I turned toward him, frustration bubbling up in my chest. “You told me the rules. No attachment. No jealousy. No blurred lines.” “Yes.” “You’re breaking them.” “So are you.” We stared at each other—two people too proud to admit we’d already crossed the line weeks ago. “You don’t own me,” I said, voice low. His jaw clenched. “You’re right. I don’t.”

I murmured. Arrow’s smile widened. Too calm. Too sharp. “Of course. But worry can be dangerous, can’t it? It creates attachments. Attachments lead to interference.” He stepped closer, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was feather-light, but my heart thundered. 💓 “You wouldn’t want anyone interfering, would you, Palmer?” I shook my head quickly. “No.” “Good girl.” The words were velvet and poison. He kissed my forehead, lingering a moment too long, then whispered, “You belong to me. Don’t forget that.”