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She let out a little chuckle, wiping her face carelessly as her pink hair stuck to the sides of her face.
"you know… " she sat back into his arms hesitantly. "I did it on purpose. The pink hair I mean" she says closing her eyes and leaning on him, letting his arms go around her. She remembered their first night oh so vividly it was almost ridiculous. The feeling of his hands on her body sent shivers down her spine. The horrible feeling of terror and nostalgia she pushed down her throat and let herself enjoy the moment. Convincing herself he wouldn't hurt her as everyone else had in the past.
As the weeks passed she finally fully trusted him not to hurt her.