Hair

His eyes flew open at her action as he curiously gave her a sideway glance while she continued to pat his hair dry with soft strokes starting from the top and continuing to the tip of his hair.

"Mhmm," he hummed enjoying her handy work on his hair as he closed his eyes again.

"You didn't have to be so harsh on her, I don't mind such childish remarks."

"I did it more for her, she needs to know hurtful words have consequences."

She stopped drying his hair and advanced to the dressing table in the corner. Xiran opened his eyes and began to observe her movements. Picking up the hairbrush she came back and climbed the bed. Sitting behind him she began to brush his hair, starting from the tips. The silvery strands seemed like silken threads in her hand as they fell on her lap, she untangled and straightened every one of them with utmost care. What she didn't know was a sweet smile creeping on Xiran's face.

She finished brushing his hair: "There all done," and was about to head to the dressing table to place the brush back when Xiran took the hairbrush from her hand.

"My turn," he smiled mischievously at her.

"Huh, nops. I can brush my hair." Aselia tried to take the brush back from his hand.

"Never said you can't," he raised his arm taking the brush out of her reach. She scowled at him while he smiled back at her.

"Turn around," he ordered. She obeyed and he slowly pulled the clip holding her hair making her golden tresses flow down in torrents. He gradually moved forward and placed his nose in her hair taking in her fragrance, making her body go stiff as multiple emotions erupted within her making her senses go haywire. He slowly stroked his nose along her hair from her head to her waist, making her shudder.

"Stop doing that Xiran," she mumbled. "Why?" he whispered in her ear. "I am not even touching you."

"You are touching my hair, it's the same."

"Same what?" he whispered again like a cool breeze passing over her neck. He was doing that again, making her nervous, making her lose control. She needed to be in control.

He then gathered her hair with his left hand and tried to place them on her hood but he didn't like how it bulged upwards. He narrowed his eyes at the damn hood.

"What are you wearing under the hoodie?" He asked her casually making her turn sharply and glare at him with anger.

"What the hell?" She tried to get up and get away from him. "Pffff, you flare up so easily. This hood is getting in the way of your hair. I can't brush them with this in the way." He picked up her hood and tried to show her. She looked at the hood and then back at him. When she didn't speak he understood she wasn't wearing a shirt underneath.

"You can wear my shirt," he pointed toward the chair where his shirt lay which he had adorned earlier. She didn't budge but her heart raced up at his suggestion. The fact that she never wore any revealing clothes always made him wonder if she was really shy or if there was something else.

"Go change in the washroom," he suggested as he laid back trying to act relaxed. She shook her head and muttered under her breath as she picked up his shirt and went to the washroom.

She removed her hoodie and hung it on a hook. The fact that she was wearing a black bra underneath made her really self-conscious. His shirt possessed his masculine aroma which was intoxicating her as she draped it on her sturdy frame, her toned muscles could be felt through such a light garment. One touch and he will know she was not some fragile girl he believed her to be.

She had no choice though, his persistence won't end and she wanted to get this over with. Aselia buttoned it up and with shaky legs stepped outside. The shirt fell to her knees as he was taller than her.

Xiran stared at her, admiring how beautiful she looked in his shirt. As he devoured her with his gaze making her ears turn crimson. She seemed to have entrenched on the spot. While he sat there with that heartwarming smile of his.

"Come," he whispered not breaking eye contact as she stepped closer to him and sat down in front of him facing the opposite side. He could see her black bra from inside the shirt, it made him use all his restraint to not touch her. Picking up her hair he spread them on her back and began to slowly brush them.

Aselia's mind was going numb at his soft touches on her hair. Vampires were known for their ferocity, they didn't do gentle. Before coming here she had prepared herself for every scenario. She had expected him to be overly rough while here he was gently brushing her hair. No one had done it except her mother.

His gestures made her feel all warm and gooey inside and she wondered if he would hug her again. Her body ached with the anticipation of his touch just a small one.

Xiran was done combing her hair, placing the brush aside he parted her hair three ways and began to braid them. This shook Aselia and she felt all her resolve will come crashing down if he kept doing these small gestures for her.

"There, all set turn around let me see." He placed her braid on her back and she turned so he could see how she looked. "Aww, you look cute. Like a little school girl." He teased pinching her nose.

"I am not a schoolgirl," she wanted to facepalm herself for what she was going through for this damn mission. "You look like one," he tilted his head to look at her sideways with a devilish smile and she stared back at him with her head resting on her bent knees and slanting back. Both of them sat there in silence just looking at each other. Heart thumping, eyes locked, and heavy breathing. She needed to break free from this trance he was placing her in.

She extended her left arm toward him, wrist facing upward and came to a halt near his lips. "Drink, you must be hungry."