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Angelo more or less expected that response, so he focused on getting the rest of the tangles out of his hair, his arms aching when he was all done. He tossed the brush on the dresser and started for the bed, the night robe parting to show his long legs with every step he took.
He got on the bed beside Nikolai, crawling over to the other side of the bed and rolled to his back with a tired sigh. Today had gone on forever, and although he had slept way more than he usually did already, he was sleepy again.
"Are you coming to bed?" He directed at Nikolai who was still seated at the edge of the bed. The Mafia King’s presence in bed was crucial to him falling asleep so he didn’t think twice about asking.
Nikolai’s back went stiff, whipping around at Angelo’s seemingly harmless words. He was coming to bed, tonight and every other night.
Angelo went easily when Nikolai pulled him into his arms, even the Alpha’s way-too tight hold was comforting, his eyes growing heavy.
The feeling of Nikolai’s hand in his hair woke him right back up, pale green eyes alight with disapproval as he pulled back as far as Nikolai’s possessive grip would let him. "Don’t tangle my hair."
Brushing it out had taken him a longer time than washing it had, but he could see a trace of mischief in Nikolai’s dark blue eyes and he knew that the Mafia King wasn’t listening.
Nikolai wanted to immediately offer to brush it for Angelo but he vividly remembered being turned down the last time he asked. "I’ll take you to get it done."
Angelo had already given in, so regardless of what Nikolai had said, he would have accepted. He hummed softly, letting his eyes slip shut. The salon hadn’t been all bad last time, as long as the hairstylist didn’t do anything strange to his hair, he might even enjoy it.