After that few mornings together, Austin knows all the cues of when Harlow wakes up. He doesn’t give her a chance to react. He doesn't even give her a chance to recoil, wrapping his arms around her tightly and kissing her on top of her braided silver hair that managed to survive the life-changing event that happened the night before still intact.
It is still soft and silky even in its styled way. It still has that unique smell. Harlow had no intention of flinching. Her dark blue painted nails run over his tanned skin, feeling that warmth again. Her eyes flicker open and she just watches her own fingers explore his skin.
She feels that heat that only he can bring her, something she thought she would never experience, something she didn't think was necessary to experience. But it changed
