“How did I let you talk me into this?” Alois wondered aloud, watching Mallory plait his hair into a fish tail braid from the corner of his eye.
“You lost at rock, paper, scissors,” she said around the hairband between her teeth.
“Oh yeah.”
“You will look pretty with your hair like this though,” she pulled the band from between her teeth and tied it around the end of the braid.
“Don’t call me pretty,” he said sharply, turning his face away from her to hide the slight blush that appeared on his face.
“But it’s true!” Mallory dropped down from the couch to sit beside him. “You’re pretty, Raine’s pretty…hell, even Leander’s pretty. Don’t let him know I said that or he’ll get a swelled head,” she quickly tacked onto the end.
Alois snickered and twisted around to bump his forehead against hers. “Of course, Mal,” he smirked at her, “you’re quite pretty yourself.”
“Damn right I am,” she tossed her head back and laughed for a second before kissing him on the cheek.
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