Special Gifts

"Is Kia asleep?" Evelyn asked as they finished talking about what all things happened in the mansion. Zevian fell into an odd silence and she didn't want to talk about it anymore. 

"She was tired since they had some dance practice in school," Zevian replied, his fingers moving to touch the loose strands of her hair. Evelyn stiffened as his hand played with the wet strands before he turned her around and made her sit on the bed. 

Taking out the hairdryer, he plugged it in on the nightstand socket and faced her.

"I will do it myself," Evelyn murmured, her cheeks lightly flushed, definitely from the shower of course. But Zevian didn't hear her and forced her to sit up on the ottoman. 

Pulling her hair back, Zevian gently started drying, worried she might catch a cold. While his eyes were fixed on her hair, Evelyn's were fixed on his face, the tender expression that made her feel giddy. Meeting him again was sure the best gift of her life.