Chapter 166

• On me, everywhere on me, are we still talking about ribbons?
• His hand was outstretched and I dragged myself from my lewd thoughts. I handed him the bow and turned around without him spelling out an instruction.
• I could feel his fingers on me, gathering the strands, pulling the one that fell over my face back, and taking the mane over my neck to fall at my back too. He wound his fingers in my locks, crissed-crossed them, and made a braid before knotting the bow at the end.