Chapter9

#Chapter9

---First night

Nala POV

After our raid on the guys which is shockingly kind of fun, I never had someone to play jokes on like this. Kyle dragged me back to the room I woke up in, he gave me a puppy eye look and asked to do my hair.

Who could say no to that face? I sat down on the bed while he retrieved a hairbrush and started brushing my hair.

It was so therapeutic I was enjoying it way too much. When was the last time someone brushed my hair for me, maybe about ten years ago? I can only remember a few bits and pieces of my mother brushing my hair for me and that’s about it.

/"You don't need any makeup, you are beautiful/"

His words made me blush nobody called me beautiful, for the first time in so long I see that my hair doesn’t look like a bird's nest and it’s not thrown into a messy bun. Kyle brushed it and put it in a half up half down ponytail.