Whoa! The views of 'Love is in the Hair: Is that all hair?' has been amazing! I mean, I only just posted it guys! Lol

People have been asking me if my whole collection will be from Thorne's POV. To be honest, I'm not exactly sure myself ;) I find writing in the POV of Thorne is hilarious and fun, but don't we need to have Cress's say in all this guys? XD

Anyways, I decided to write another instalment real quick in the POV of Thorne again! I just couldn't resist and some people have said I have the inner Thorne narrowed down perfectly… ;D

This scene is where Cress and Thorne are staying in the hotel room and he hears her singing while she's having a bath, before walking into the bathroom.

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~InfernoAlive

"I'm not wearing any clothes!" "I'm aware of that, no need to rub it in!"

TPOV

I and Cress settled into our hotel room just fine, easily adjusting to the comfort of everyday life after slaving away in a desert. I will admit that once you been in a situation like that, even the necessities of an actual door look positively magnificent to behold!

Cress had said she needed to wash and I waved her away without a thought. I couldn't help thinking as I sat on the bed, of what Cinder and the gang were up to. I mean, I hadn't seen them since that memorable day when we were video-chatting Cress.

D-COMMING! Cinder's voice corrected into my mind and I smiled. I really did miss them: even though they'd all been practically thugs on that last day. For example, who mistakes a gorgeous cranberry for a withering wing nut? I rest my case.

But now here I was, blind and clueless, not certain of what the future held. I would even be as willing as to restore my title back to Cadet Thorne if I could make everything go back to the way it was. Oh yes, that far… I even shocked myself. The situation must be pretty grim if I was considering to go to such lengths. What had I become…?

Then I heard singing. Glorious, wonderful singing that woke me from my reverie, the lisps of an angel and I followed the tune through the permanent darkness I now inhabited. I only realised whose voice it was once I recognised the direction of the bath room. Cress.

She was a strange girl, fantasising about me being some kind of hero… the thought actually made my self-confidence crumble instead of making it even bigger. The expectations… but it wasn't just that. It was Cress: she wasn't my normal sort of girl, only interested in an all-night-out lust fest. She was real, and looked at the world in a way that made everything see beautiful.

She made me wish for things I hadn't realised existed until I met her.

Not wanting her to stop her melody, I quietly walked into the bathroom, leaning against the door for support as I listened intently.

Then I heard a splash: seems like her company was no longer a delicious secret. Sigh.

"Captain!" I heard Cress say in alarm, and the movement of the water made me think she was trying to cover herself up. Ah, modest little angel… And the way she called me Captain, in the way I wanted everyone to. Right now though, I didn't want to think of anything else except Cress. I grinned.

"Where do you learn to sing like that?" I pondered aloud, remembering how her voice had soared high. She had a gift. A naughty, little thought embedded itself in my mind and refused to go away: You have a gift as well. One you want to give to her right now…

I heard Cress's tone change: now she sounded flushed, embarrassed, as if she'd heard that niggling little thought, "I don't – I'm not wearing any clothes!"

Oh dear, here come more thoughts. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from saying them out loud and instead raised my eyebrow, "Yes. I'm aware of that. No need to rub it in."

There, I think covered that up pretty well if I don't say so myself! You've still got it Captain!

"You shouldn't have been… you shouldn't…" Now she sounded slightly shocked, bewildered, and even uncomfortable. A woman… uncomfortable with Carswell Thorne? Well, I accepted grudgingly, there was always a first time for everything.

"All right, fine, I'm sorry." I truly meant that, but I couldn't say that I was completely sorry… "But that was beautiful Cress. Really. What language was it?"

There was a pause then she answered me, her tone a touch breathless, "Old Italian. I don't know what all the words mean."

"Huh." I pondered over her answer then said, "Well… I liked it." That was definitely the truth. The whole of it.

I began searching the bathroom with my hands, touching and feeling everything to help me find out what position I was in, "Do you see any washcloths?" She told as detailed as she could when everything was, and I couldn't help but smile. Oh Cress.

When would you realise I didn't deserve you? Tell the truth.

The whole of it.