 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
She said nothing as he ran the brush gently, almost professionally through her hair. The only thing that escaped her lips was a small moan as his fingers slipped through her hair.
Reminding herself abruptly of her purpose for being there, she thrust from his grasp and turned to face him, carefully peeling the brush from between his fingers and chucking it into the bag with the rest of her collected items. |