Evaline:
I groaned loudly the moment the hairdryer clicked off.
My arms dropped to my sides as if they no longer belonged to me.
"Why… why do I have so much hair?" I muttered at my own reflection.
My long, thick silver hair - shiny, silky, and annoyingly beautiful - fell in a heavy curtain down my back. I loved it. Truly. But on nights like this, after a draining training session with River, the simple act of blow-drying it felt like a battle I barely survived.
And to make matters worse?
Lioren had recently discovered a deep, passionate love for my hair.
Every time I breastfed him, his chubby little fingers would automatically reach out, latch onto a thick lock, and start curling my hair around his tiny fist. Sometimes he tugged. Sometimes he stroked. Sometimes he simply held onto it like it was a treasured security blanket.
He seemed to love my hair just as much as his fathers did.
"Why am I a walking hair toy?" I muttered again.
