“Oi.” Cue a displeased scowl, roughly pulling his head from her grasp, lifting his hand to swat hers away. Perhaps he would be slightly turned on were this any other situation, but he wasn’t fond of the way that chill was running down his spine. “You’re messing with my hair, of course it does.”
“Don’t be a baby,” she teased, flicking his wrinkly forehead. Perhaps those ugly marks would look textured in gray. “Wanna grab a drink? I know a place that’s to die for. It’s so great, you wouldn’t even think of wanting to leave."
