Chapter 119
Natasha's cheeks heated up from his words. Did he just say that?
"You...you let down your hair," she muttered, pointing to him. The sight of Drogen with his hair down left her momentarily speechless. He smiled at her, his grip on her waist tightening possessively, pulling her closer.
"You don't like it?" He asked, his hand moving to ruffle his hair briefly, as if he was unsure whether he'd made the right choice.
"Actually...it's perfect, I like it." For the first time in a while, she found herself genuinely complimenting him. His ears turned pink in a faint blush, and his smile softened, his eyes darkening with a mix of emotions that Natasha couldn't quite read. But whatever it was, it made her heart flutter.
