Braided hair

Orlan did a great job in braiding my hair, and he also said that he never braided anyone's hair before... Not to even mention his late girlfriend.

After he was done braiding my hair, I decided to have some sleep.

I slept off for more than four hours and currently the time is some minutes past six. When I woke up, I saw Orlan staring outside the window, and he was holding a glass of red wine in his hands.

Make sure that the bathrobe covers my body properly. I slowly made my way toward him. "Hey! What do you think about this question, slightly hitting his shoulder?

"Would you believe me if I say I was thinking about us?" Orlan asked, as he slightly turned around to stare at me.

"Huh?" I mumble while swallowing my saliva hard.

"I'm being a truthful pumpkin." He uttered, before walking towards the bedside table, and there he dropped the glass of red wine.

Orlan walks back towards me and wraps his hands around my waist.

"I have been thinking about our future." He whispers close to m