TEARS DUE FOR MANY CENTURIES

Present Time,

“Do that again. I want your fingers in my hair’’

‘She’s not going to do it.

She might even punch my face in, but it will be worth the try’

Rena was about to spill the hundred and one reasons why she shouldn’t. The ten-and-one whys as to how that request revolted her very core, but instead she found her fingers grazing baby tendrils of his hair.

A very soft shudder went through Falkur but Rena had no idea as her fingers progressed and delved into a better mass of the hair. Her fingers skimmed through, some fingers taking a better chance into the mass and eliciting more shivers by contact with his scalp.

‘‘I want to take these barriers off’’ Rena said referring to his sunglasses. It was taking up the most beautiful feature of his face, and it was beginning to annoy her.

While it appeared very stylish while he was standing and trotting like a boss, now that he was lying down, it was odd.