I’ve never gone black before and I’m honestly not sure if I like it at all. I have naturally pale skin and this color just makes all my flaws stand out like a damn sore thumb. And I fucking hate it when it’s this short. It scrapes the top of my shoulders. Might as well just kill me right now, Mercer. I turn away from the mirror and toss the empty dye box in the trash can. “Fox?” I step out into the motel room. He’s lying on the bed with his arm draped across his eyes. His chest rises and falls. “Fox?” I walk over to him and shake his shoulder. His arm juts out and his fingers wrap around my neck.“Fox!”He sits up fast and opens his eyes. Fear, anger — you name it, it crosses them. I tremble in terror as he recognizes my face and releases me from his strong grip. “Dani…” he sighs and pulls his hands away from me. “I’m sorry, I…”I feel my neck, pressing down for any bruising but it doesn’t hurt. “Are you okay?”He forces a laugh. “I’m fine, I just…”
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