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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 115 Wake
Scarlett woke up before Jax, which was amazing given how much medication she'd taken last night. Her back hadn't responded well to yesterday's floating on the lake. Last night, she remembered crying, yelling at Jax and crying some more. It had been a multi-leveled disaster and she owed Jax an apology.
She opened her eyes and saw Jax. His hair was braided again. He even had braids in his beard. She felt her eyebrows to check that they were still there. That was a relief. Her eyebrows were intact.
Oh, hell, she was going to be in so much trouble if he woke up and found his hair braided again. Her eyebrows might not be safe for long.
How could this have happened? Could he have done it to trick her again or could she have braided his hair in her sleep? She had already tried the sleep braiding excuse and it hadn't worked. She must have gone bed after she finished crying and then decided to braid his hair. It could have been worse. At least she hadn't cut his hair.
There had been too many mornings when she woke up to discover she'd trimmed her bangs. Most of those of those mornings it hadn't been a happy discovery and she'd had to remind herself that her hair would grow back.
He was a really sound sleeper, so it shouldn't be that hard to get the braids out of his hair. She used her arms to pull herself closer to Jax and while lying on her right side, she took a braid and decided it would be best to slide the elastic off his braid rather than unwinding the elastic. Faster, less chance of getting caught.
The first one came off easily. The next one would be a little trickier because she had to reach more. He rolled over onto her hand trapping it under him. Son of a bitch. She was screwed now.
Gingerly, she slowly began to inch her hand out from underneath him. He moved again, rolling off her hand. She quickly removed the next braid. Just as she grabbed the next braid, he started coughing. She froze hoping that his coughing wouldn't wake him up.
His eyes remained closed and his coughing stopped. One of the braids on his beard was so close. He especially didn't like the braids on his beard. He rolled over again, but this time she was too quick; she got her hand away before it got trapped.
Her fingers trembled as she gently pulled the elastic out of his hair. She still had five more braids in his hair and three in his beard. He started coughing again. She froze not even daring to breath. He rolled over and this time she wasn't quick enough. Her hand and arm were both pinned under him. It got worse. He opened his eyes.