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"Do we need to take care of that?" she asks with a smirk, spinning into her towel.
"Nah. It can wait."
She giggles. "Wait, huh? That's awfully optimistic."
"Oh," I say, feeling dejected suddenly.
"Here." She tosses a hand towel onto my head. "Towel off and then let's see about teaching you some self-styling."
I situate a kitchen chair in front of my bureau mirror and cover it with a towel.
She comes up behind me and squeezes my shoulder. "Okay. Ready?"
Thrilled that she hasn't gotten dressed, I nod enthusiastically.
Nekkid styling, here we come.
"Hold out your hand."
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"The key is to work it in evenly. No glops."
"Yeah, tell that to Emmett," I grumble, concentrating on the mirror.
"Here, pull your hair through your fingers, like this."
She leans over my head, and I mean to focus on her hands, but her tits are really distracting.
Bella leans over my chair and glares accusingly at my erection.
"Sorry?" I shrug.
She shakes her head and smiles. "Get your blow dryer."
She gives me a pop on the ass when I get up, adding, "Get some boxers, while you're at it. I'm not risking another industrial accident tonight."
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I have to stand, which means Bella can only watch and direct from beside me. Sadly we're both "protecting ourselves" with t-shirts, but at least she's not wearing anything else.
Bella patiently shows me how to "muss without fuss" and soon I'm scrunching and twisting like a pro.
After a while, my arm needs a break. I flick to cool air and aim the blast up her shirt. She giggles and hops around.
She addresses me proudly when I'm done. "Whaddya think?"
"Not a bad first attempt."
"You know," she says, eyeing me critically, "I could use a hair model."
A/N: What on earth is Edward gonna say to THAT?
If you're inclined to yell at me for cockblocking, just remember, Edward offered to wait. Besides, nekkid styling is pretty fun! XXX ~BOH