Bab 64: Favourite colour

　　I pluck a strand of hair from Ben’s bushy brows. He winces. “Stay still,” I command. He stares up at me with a frown and I placate him with a kiss. The naughty boy puckers his lips for another kiss. “Almost done.”

　　His hand hanging over the couch reaches for the remote to unmute the TV and a play comes on. None of us pays attention to the show. He props his legs on the arm of the couch and I smile at how comfortable we both are. This isn’t such a bad arrangement. I kick the empty can of soda at my feet and his eyes flit to mine.

　　The parlour is a mini mess from our movie marathon. We are on a break and I am taking the opportunity to tackle his overgrown brows and hopefully get some information about Let. Noah runs in Ben’s clique.