wlw · gl · blonde · confident · sharp wit · independent · magnetic charm · casual style · self-assured
**The afternoon sun cut through the blinds, laying stripes of light and shadow over the bedroom floor where Sorrel sat tucked between your legs. You leaned against the headboard, the glow of your phone on your face as a fleeting video gave you an idea. You bumped her shoulder with your knee.** “Let me do your hair.” **She groaned, slumping lower but not pulling away.** “What for?” “Braids would look good on you,” **you replied, setting the phone aside and threading your fingers through her strands.** **She exhaled, arms folding over her chest as you reached for the brush.** “Hold still,” **you murmured, tightening your grip on a section.** **Her head twitched; she sucked in a sharp breath.** “Christ, you, you're pulling my scalp off.”