90 Not His Mom

"Fizzy..." She pulled his arm. "Fizzy, am I not beautiful as your mom?" she asked. He did not look at her. She let out a sigh.

"I know... Apart from the hair color, your mom and I have nothing in common. Your mother had a bit of dark, beautiful copper shade of red hair, while I am a carrot top. I can see why you are offended," she added rubbing his back. 

And oddly, she drew another parallel with his mom. She wondered if she should talk to him about it.

"Carrot top?" Liam turned to face her. "Honey, you're not a carrot top. You are a firehead. The fire in your heart oozes out of your head. It is pretty." He held her cheek.

His blue eyes lingered over her face for some time. After the little exercise they did, his skin was flushed and he looked mesmerizingly hot.