“He opens the glove box and rummages through some papers, and then his hand emerges with a pink hair tie. “Turn your head toward the window.”
I raise an eyebrow.
Charlie raises one right back.
I look away.
His touch is gentle as he pulls my hair over my shoulders and combs through the strands with his fingers before braiding it faster than I could. He snaps the elastic into place, then releases my hair.” UGH
— Apr 06, 2026 10:30AM
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