One Night With My Alpha Professor
The texture was different from the rest, coarser somehow.
Last night, I had carefully washed out all of the dye with Edwin’s help. It had taken several washes, and it still wasn’t entirely its original color, but… It was obvious now.
I kept it hidden beneath the rest of my hair for now, though.
“I feel so... exposed,” I admitted, gesturing to myself. “All this silver. What if someone notices? What if—”