chapter 7

I look at him over my shoulder and his eyes flicker again, his gaze on my neck, and I feel the blood rush to my face, my stomach a mess of butterflies. “Jonah?” I whisper, and his gaze moves to mine. “Huh?” He scrubs a hand down his face. “Oh, right,” he says, reaching his hand toward my hair. I pull away from him, wondering what he is doing. “Stay still, eyes ahead,” he mutters. Turning back, I stare at the wall, obeying his command. What is he thinking? A shiver runs up my spine as his fingers graze the back of my neck and he clears his throat, tugging my hair tie from my hair. My hair falls down my back to just below my bottom in long waves. “Jonah, I can’t leave it down. It will drive me insane,” I protest, turning to look at him. He steps around me, moving to the dresser and grabbing my brush and coming over to me. His hand moves to my hip, as he leads me further into the open plan living room. He sits on the leather couch, tugging me down to sit between his legs. “I’m braiding it