Bliss watched Connor with a smile as he drove them to their final destination.
It was a surprise.
She was excited.
He was thoughtful, so she knew that wherever they were going would be perfect.
Even if they just went for a ride, it would be perfect.
"We're almost there," Connor noted, winking at the beautiful woman staring at him.
His mind was boggled.
How was she staring at him with stars in her eyes?
Why did she trust him instantly?
God's hand confounded him.
Not that he minded.
"Ooh, maybe when we get there, you can tell me why you became a fireman," She wasn't going to let that wait until next time.
This time was the next time.
Connor chuckled at her cute persistence. "You will know in due time, beautiful."
Beautiful.
Bliss melted in her seat and looked out the window.
The view out the window wasn't half as intriguing as Connor.
She turned back to him and looked at his profile.
His hair color was perfect.
Ginger.
His eyebrows were ginger.
His lashes were ginger.
His beard was ginger.
He was a walking, talking ginger.
"I like your hair," She murmured in awe.
He was extraordinarily handsome.
"Thank you, Bliss. I like yours too, it's beautiful."
He took her pretty hand and squeezed it gently.
"I didn't always like it, you know?"
He hummed, surprised.
"Really?"
She nodded. "Yeah, it made me different. This was around the time I was still at the old dance studio, and I understood that my differences made me stand out, so I wanted a relaxer."
"A relaxer?"
He'd never heard of that.
Bliss smiled at his ignorance.
"It's a chemical. You put it in your hair, and it makes it straight,"
Connor scrunched his nose at the thought of Bliss's lovely curls being straight.
"I'm guessing you didn't get it?"
She laughed and recalled the way her mother responded to her question.
"Nope. My mom told me that my hair was beautiful and if I wanted a relaxer, I would have to get one when I turned eighteen." Her feelings were crushed. "I didn't understand at the time, but my mom wanted me to be grateful for my individuality. And by the time I turned eighteen, I was in love with the hair God saw fit to give me. I do change it at times, but I'll always appreciate my curls,"
Connor wanted to keep her.
Bliss had the most beautiful way of telling stories.
He would listen and remember every word she spoke.
YOU ARE READING
Bliss
ChickLitFalling in love with Jesus was the best thing he'd ever done. And then he was gifted Bliss. - This is the story of a firefighter and a ballerina with hearts ablaze for the Lord and one another. - Book three of the Song of Solomon Collection, a Chris...
