Claimed By My Triplet Alpha Stepsons
He lifted his hand as though to touch it, but thought better of it and dropped his hand.
Tessa blinked, still sniffing away the last of her tears. “What's wrong with my hair?” Her hand went into her wild red curls.
“They're pretty—like red algae,” he said, smiling wide to reveal a diastema in between his two upper front teeth. “I like them.”
“Oh,” she said, instantly turning the same color of her hair. I didn't know what I found more endearing: that she had been related to a plant, or that this was probably her first experience with someone close to her own age group.