IN YOUR BED?

MIRANDA

I gasped and the scissors fell off my hand.

"What are you trying to do?" Hazel asked again.

I gulped at first, then smiled, "Your hair looked so good but a part was sticking out. I just wanted to trim it."

He eyed me suspiciously, "That is the job of my hair barber. When did you become one? Moreover, if any part of my hair is sticking out, you should inform me about it and not try to cut it off. What if you ruined my hairstyle?"

"I guess I didn't think of all that," I replied before taking the seat opposite him and trying not to make eye contact.

He kept staring at me and did not dare to sleep anymore.

My heart which had been racing terribly began to slow down until I felt better.

"Come here," he eventually said to me.

Like a robot obeying commands, I got up and walked to him, wondering what he wanted to do.

Once I stood in front of him, he circled his arms around my waist, with his face on my belly. We both remained in that position for almost ten minutes. Fortunately, the pi