A longer story is on its way, hopefully to be published this weekend. And thank you for reading, as always.:)


"I can do that for you," Christine offered upon seeing him struggling with two mirrors, trying to cut his own hair.

Turning around Erik handed her the scissors – which she promptly hid in the drawer.

"You said you'd do it," he said, confused.

"I will. In a month." Stepping in front of him she buried her fingers in his curls. "Or two," she added breathlessly.

"It'll drive me insane if it grows any longer," he muttered.

Combing her fingers through his hair she murmured, "It already does me."

He let out a short breath. "Perhaps… another month will be manageable."