“So miss it,” he said carelessly. “As if I’d let my Bond catch a bus to school while I’m here and no Bond woman of mine is going out with hair like that. Fortunately I’m a good hand with a brush.”
“Wha?… what’s wrong with my hair? It’s neat, it’s out of the way…”
“It’s been slept in and shows it…” he said taking a brush from the bed head.
“So? Why do you care if my hair’s a little mussed up?”
He sighed… “Have you forgotten what I told you already? How you look reflects on me. I can’t allow my property to go around looking scruffy and unkempt.”
My body shuddered, about faced and walked itself to my bedside. It sat and I managed to arrange it so I slipped onto the floor.
Gerome raised an eyebrow.
“If you’re going to insist on this and speaking from experience it’s much easier to get at my hair if I’m lower than you are… this way we both get a seat too.”
“How thoughtful…” I thought I heard a touch of mockery in his voice as he sat down behind me.
I felt him remove the tie and begin. He was very gentle and that state of dreamy pampered contentment stole over me… forcing me to relax. (He took to doing my hair whenever he needed to be calm and think…or whenever he felt like it. I didn’t mind, he was good at it. Much better than me.)
((I always did love people playing with my hair…)) I thought dreamily.
-/ You’re MINE! /-
-Huh?- I thought suddenly alert.
-/MINE/-
It was like a very distant echo fading and dying off quickly.
-Well, that was odd- I thought.
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