[ARYA]
"Yeah, we should. Hold on," Nikita said, as he undid Arya's roughed-up ponytail, freeing Arya's hair. He loved just how long her hair was ad the soft texture. He could feel them the whole day and not even get bored of doing that.
He wanted to hold it in his hands and he did, his actions confusing the rebellious alpha even more. Was her mate okay? Was he in the right state of mind? Was this mission too hard or too dangerous for him?
Arya had so many questions even though she knew too well that she was overthinking. Maybe this was just in her head, but what if, right?
"You—" Arya tried but her mate interrupted her before she could say a word.
"Relax, my love. I learned a thing or two about making ponytails. We may be going out to war, but you, my darling, need to look as hot as you did, before my fingers found their way into your hair and made a mess of the beautiful ponytail you had on" Nikita said before realizing how that sounded.
