[41] Claimed (part-one)

Kaya’s POV

I run the brush through my tangled locks sighing as I threw away another hairball. Perks of having kinky hair.  Running a hand through it, I loosened all the curls, letting its fuzzy waves drop to my shoulders. My hair was usually straight but I had just washed it, and let’s just say it was about time I did. One more day and things could have gotten nasty.

I stared at my reflection through the bathroom mirror, taking a deep breath out. Nothing out of the ordinary except the obvious curls that lined the frame of my face. I did look more like my mom every day that was for sure. Her nose was gifted to me as was the outline of her face.

But Dad had quite the side, he blessed me with his round ears and thick lips. Lord bless my thick lips. I would say that was the major attractive thing about my face. I wasn’t afraid to admit it too.

Tightening my nightgown, I gave my hair one last look and tug before going off to bed. From