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Angelica hummed, eyes shut and head tilted back slightly. You sat behind her on your knees, braiding her hair while she sat cross-legged. "Are you almost done there?" She murmured, breaking the comfortable silence. You mutter a response and she smiles a little at the sound of your voice, head tilting in the faintest insinuation of a nod she could get at without disturbing your work.

Your hands ran through her soft hair, she smelt of warm days and pastries from small family-owned bakeries. Was that a bit specific? Yeah, but was it accurate? Entirely so. You almost wanted to just hold her, smell her hair. But...that'd be too straightforward. Angelica wasn't lesbian, or as far as you knew she wasn't. Unbeknownst to you and Angelica, she was actually pansexual, but heavily suppressed her desires due to her religion.

She adored you, to be truthful. But the bible kept her from acknowledging her feelings for you, or dwelling on them too long. The thought flitted across her mind, her smile faltering slightly at it. If only you were a boy. Maybe then you could be.