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His eyes widened fractionally, and the intensity in them grew hotter and deeper. His own glow brightened, seeming to pulse as it grew.
My face flushed, because now, I knew what the pulsing meant.
He was attracted to me.
Hewantedme.
And… I wanted him too.
I just wasn’t ready to act on it yet.
“Ready for that haircut?” he asked me, breaking the tense silence.
Thick relief rushed through me. “So ready.”
His warm chuckle made me smile, just a little.
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RORY
I followedAmarok to the bathroom, silently checking out his den as we went. It was almost the exact same size as mine, but everything looked different.
The floors were shiny, made out of a light gray stone that must’ve been polished, and reminded me of fancy tile flooring back on Earth. The walls matched the floor, but the color was light enough that it made the space feel calmer and cozier rather than smaller.
His kitchen was the same size as my own, but everything was pristine, and like the floors, looked fancier. His bed was larger than mine, with thicker, fluffier blankets. His closet looked bigger too, though it was over half empty, from what I saw.
And when we walked into his bathroom, I nearly drooled at the sight of a monstrous bathtub that had been built into the ground. The thing almost looked like a small pool; it was at least the size of most hot tubs back on Earth, if not larger.
“Do you want me to sit or stand?” I asked him, as he opened a large, very-organized drawer and pulled out a pair of what were clearly hair scissors. I hadn’t seen any chairs anywhere, or a kitchen table.
“Sit.” He lifted me up onto the countertop, surprising me so much that a laugh escaped me.
“I forgot how much taller than me you are,” I teased him lightly, as he pulled a wide comb through my hair. The short strands popped right through, but that didn’t seem to bother him.
Then again, when I really thought about it, did anything seem to bother him? Even when I said no, he simply agreed with me.
“You just want me to even it out?” he asked, checking the rest of my hair.
“Yeah, trim the long pieces so nothing sticks out weirdly if you can. My hair is really straight, so anything that doesn’t match will probably be really noticeable as soon as I wash it.”
He nodded, then began.
We were both quiet, but it wasn’t a tense or awkward silence. I didn’t realize how comfortable I felt with him until I was relaxing while he had scissors so close to my face, truthfully.
More hair fell around me as he worked than I expected, but then again, I couldn’t see the back. Maybe it was even worse than the front and sides.
Faster than I expected, he was checking the lengths of the pieces in the front with his fingers. My face warmed at his focus, but it didn’t make me feel self-conscious. Honestly, it made me feel… cared for.
When he was satisfied that the sides matched, his thick fingers tousled the back of my hair. “It’s even now, but it’ll be better if I layer it a little.”
“Okay, but not too much.”
He made a noise of agreement, and I watched him work as he combed the strands out and up, cutting what almost looked like notches and taking weight out.
When he tousled the strands again, the difference was shocking. “It’s gorgeous, Amarok.”
“The hair isn’t what’s gorgeous here.” His fingers toyed with the strands. I got the impression they did so because that was the only part of me I’d really given him permission to touch.
