VALERIC couldn't help the smile that twitched his lips when he felt her fingers sink into his silky black strands and tug his head closer so that his forehead was resting on her shoulder.
Was this a hug? He wasn't sure, but he felt her caress his nape before tangling her fingers in his hair and beginning to brush back and forth.
Stella sighed contentedly and shut her eyes as if to take in the relief and peace. She wasn't sure what it was, but there was just something about touching his hair that brought her peace. She'd felt that way about it from day one—that second she laid eyes on them at her father's house.
It wasn't just perfect, but it was so soft on the fingers and always held this nice smell of his shampoo, which she'd thought of using sometimes if he wouldn't mind.
