Chapter 330
- As we walk out into the sunshine, Leila fusses with my hair, fluffing it with her fingers as I pull my head away.
- “I really do love it; your hair is so nice. I love your natural curl; it’s to die for,” she gushes with a grin.
- “I just feel weird,” I utter tensely and look away stupidly; I feel like a child admitting it.