Babysitting His Baby
she whispered without looking at me.
I moved closer to where she was on the counter, separated her legs, and made room for myself between them. I cupped her cheeks and made her look at me.
“Why do you dye it? Personally, I think redheads are hot,” I joked in an attempt to put her at ease.
She laughed at that. “You are such a man,” she said, and I smiled at her.
“Well, Miss Red, I think you are gorgeous,” I murmured.
She shook her head. “You can’t call me that, Javier.”