Ryan's P. O. V

"How long are you going to keep doing that?" I asked, massaging my temples as Samantha arranged her hair in front of the mirror.

"Not long", she mumbled, pulling the pin from her mouth and tying her hair back.

_But how long was not long?_

This was the tenth time I've asked her the same question in the last hour. Maybe more. And each time it was the same answer with no actual end in sight.

I sighed and leaned back on my chair, letting her do her thing.

After she finished ...