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“My hair is going to hate me,” Kennedy pouts, running her fingers through her soaked curls. “Why did I decide to wear it down today?” She groans.

“Because you know I like it when you wear it down,” I remind her.

She fixes me with a glare. “Yeah, you’re not the one who now has to spend hours washing, conditioning, and detangling it,” she gripes.

I cup the back of her neck and pull her to me. I bite her bottom lip, eliciting a groan from her. I run my tongue against her lip before pulling back.

“I’ll do your hair for you,” I tell her.

She throws me a dismissive wave as if I have no idea what I’m talking about.

CHAPTER 25

Kennedy

“Oh my god,” I groan. “That was amazing. I’m stuffed.” I lean back in my chair as we sit at Dae’s dining table in the section of the bay window in the kitchen.

“We haven’t even eaten dessert yet,” he says.

“I can’t believe you made homemade ice cream.”

A crease forms on his forehead. “It’s been a while since I’ve made it. I hope it turns out well.”

I stifle a laugh because he looks genuinely concerned, and it’s so … attractive. “I’m sure it’ll be great. But I can’t eat anything else right now.”

He rises from his chair and moves to my side, extending his hand for me to take. I place my hand in his and stand.

“From here, you can see stars perfectly at night,” he explains as he walks me to the sliding glass door. “And the moon.”

He’s right. The stars shine brilliantly, and this is the perfect angle to see them along with the moon. I start to enjoy the view, with Dae holding me by the waist from behind. With my back against his strong chest, I go to lay my head against his shoulder.

But I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the door’s glass. I gasp in horror.

“Oh my god.” My hands go to my hair, and I groan at the frizziness. “Why didn’t you tell me this is how I look?”

He spins me to face him. “What? Beautiful?”

I grunt and push out of his hold. “A mess? I completely forgot about my hair.”

Once we returned from the farmers’ market, I intended to braid my hair and take care of it later or tomorrow after I got home, using my favorite hair products.

Dae distracted me with his damn cooking. He dared to change into a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else while he prepared the chopped vegetables for the kimchi stew, grilled pork belly, and made the homemade vanilla bean ice cream before setting it in the freezer.

I should’ve helped, but with the show he gave with his tattoo and muscles on display, all I did was sit and watch.

And ate.

Now I’m paying for it.

“I told you I’ll do your hair for you,” he says calmly as if I don’t look insane with my hair frizzed out and dry.

I begin shaking my head, but he pulls me toward the stairs. “No, you do not understand. I’m very particular about the hair—” My words are cut off when he hoists me over his shoulder and carries me up the stairs.

“What is with you and carrying me? I have perfectly good legs,” I gripe when he plants me on my feet in the bathroom. “I could’ve thrown up all over your back. We just finished eating.”

He shrugs. “I would’ve just cleaned off in the shower.” He motions toward me with his head. “Strip.”

It sounds so much like an order that my nipples tighten.

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