“Can I do this?”
Delora paused with the bristles tangled through some knots. “You want to brush my hair for me?”
His eyes glowed a reddish-pink, but he nodded when she took the brush away so that he could hold her knotty strands.
“This action looks pleasant. I would like to touch your hair and make it nice for you.”
How could such a simple request make her heart stutter?