Chapter 94

SOPHIE WESLEY

He carefully packed my hair in a neat and high ponytail, holding it together with a hairband.

My nails curled tightly into my palms, my heart pounding in my throat as I stared into space.

He stayed behind me, his fingers lingering on my hair long after he finished packing it.

God! What's he doing?

He finally stepped away, and went back to his seat, maintaining a straight face like nothing happened. Like he didn't just make my heart race so much, I thought it would explode.

I stared at him, my cheeks burning hot, heat pooling low in my stomach.

“Th…thank you.” I muttered, and...