MC's POV

"Why do you keep messing with my hair?" I ask Taurin. "What? I can't help it your hair is soft." He continues to put his fingers through my brown locks.

I cross my arms. "Can you stop?" I furrow my eyebrows. He looks at me for a second.

"Nah."

He starts to scratch my head. For some reason it makes me feel sleepy.

"Hey stop it or I'm..." I start to drift off. I bury my face in his shoulder as he keeps playing with my hair.

"Ha works every time." He says.

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Then we both lay on the couch cuddling one another.