you wrap a towel around your body and get out of the shower. this is the your least favorite part of the routine, getting all the knots out of your hair. sitting on the bed, you roughly pull at your hair with the brush. youre working on your hair when your fake mafia husband walks into the room.

his brows furrow at the sight, "Why are you doing that to your hair?" "I need to get these knots out." you shrug. writersstok he reaches the bed in 2 steps, and grabs your hips. "Wha-" you shriek when he puts you on his lap. he takes the brush from you, slowly brushing through your hair, treating it like its glass.