Glowing orange flickered into confusion and something that looked almost like relief. But the ears were slightly crooked from my first placement, so I took off one of the gloves before I reached up to adjust them.
My fingers began sliding through the silky strands of her hair, stained with sweat for some reason, and she went perfectly still at the contact. Her breathing became shallow and rapid as I took my time positioning them just right.
"There. Much better, hm?"
I murmured while letting my fingertips trail light scratches along her scalp as I withdrew my hand. Kyrie was frozen midway between indignation at being steered so decisively… and something that looked like arousal at being handled so boldly in a public setting.
"Hold this."
