The curtains in the guest bedroom sway in the wind, and Marv hyper-focused on how they curl and move around each other. She pondered where this sudden attraction to Veda had come from, yes; she loved the way her hair looked wet all the time but she chalked it up to jealousy. Marv shook her head and shifted her focus to the velvet green lampshade, watching the reflection shine onto the surrounding walls.
Veda's hair was beautiful but so were those chocolate eyes that saw her, understood her that long curved nose that Marv wished she could run her finger down, and those round full lips that were also an elegant smile unless she was confused then they fell into a decided pout. But it was the hair. Right, Marv shook her head and sat up in her bed, moving towards the kitchen, a glass of cold water would do her good.
