HALI’S POV

Zarya was pouting his lips while he was fixing her hair in front of the mirror, fusing it with the red band. She intentionally made it slow, so I would be irritated more. Instead of being annoyed, I walked toward her. Even though I did not know how to fix a hair, I held the whole strands, some were falling down, but I gathered it all, and fused them together. I gulped my saliva when I saw her white neck, feeling like wanting to kiss it slowly, urging me to cuddle with her. When my eyes landed on the reflection of her in the mirror, she was staring...