"Oh, you ruined it," Bellamy said with a melodramatic pout. Two steps back, but then he'd punctuated it by running a hand through his hair, and now it was falling differently than it had been a moment ago and it didn't catch the sunlight in the same way at all. He was a little annoyed; surely the other man ought to have known what he was talking about when he'd asked him to stop and step back? As though someone could have looked like that and not had any idea of it whatsoever! Was he being intentionally obstructionist?

"Stand still," he instructed, then took a step closer to try and put the man's hair back in the proper place.

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