A Collection of Short Romance Stories

Failing to Braid

"No no no, it's okay, it's fine, I got this," he says in that way of his. Not a stutter, but not smooth and flowing.

"You obviously don't," I laugh, trying to pull away, though he has me by my hair.

He wraps his legs around my waist, pinning my back against his chest. "If you would stop moving, I could probably do it perfectly."

"If you had someone possessing you and guiding your hands you couldn't do it right," I joke. He'd been trying to braid my hair for almost thirty minutes.

"Hey, I've almost got it," he says, though he sounds unsure. "I'm pro at this. Take a gander."

"I can't exactly look behind my head," I laugh, pulling the braid to the front and feeling it. "It feels like a mass of knots."

"It looks like a mass of knots," he says. I slake my head, giggling.

"This is going to be painful to take out and then brush," I say, letting it fall against my back again. I turn around, facing him. "You suck at braiding."

He shrugs, a grin playing on the corner of his lip. "I tried."

I laugh and kiss his cheek. "You tried." I lean against him and he hugs me tight.

He rests his head on my shoulder and asks, "Do you want me to try to brush it?"

"Oh god, no," I say immediately. He laughs and I join in. "You'd just make it worse."

"You're probably right," he says.

"I am right," I say. He laughs again and kisses my shoulder.