==8 24 8==
From behind, I pinch clumps of hair on opposite sides to see if they measure up.
Dropping my palms to his shoulders, I ask, "Still got your strength?"
"I'm good, thanks." He smiles that killer smile.
I snag the tube of styling gel. "May I?"
"Have at it," he shrugs agreeably.
I've just pulled the Golden Ticket from the Wonka Bar. He watches intently as I squeeze a dollop into my palm and warm it between my hands.
"Mind if I muss you up, or do you need it tidy?"
Please let me muss you, Beautiful.
"How about tidily mussed?"
A/N: If you're about to push the review button...WAIT! There's another chapter coming your way...right now!
This story will end on New Year's Day, so if you occasionally see double, there's nothing wrong with your eyes. ~BOH