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Jesus. "People I know are gonna see that."
"Yep." Bella watches me cautiously.
"Jasper's gonna see that," I lament. "And Carlisle…"
And every other man who sits in her chair.
And now I'm grinning.
"What's that for?" she asks guardedly.
"I just realized I'm gonna be there with you. Watching you right back. Making sure you don't…condition any other guys."
Her brows lift. "You're worried?"
I shrug. "I know how Customer Care-oriented you are."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
Uh-oh.
"It's not a bad thing when it's my head."
She turns to me fully prepared for battle.
-o-
"Are you seriously jealous of random other guys whose hair I cut at work?"
I am.
Shit. I'm being a prick.
Now what?
Lie?
Be a lying prick?
I've already taken too long.
She rails, "Have I not been clear on my feelings for you? Or do you just think I'm just a huge slut who bangs every guy who sits in my chair?"
"Bel—"
Her face is bright red and her arms flail wildly. "Here, have a seat. How many inches do you want me to take off, and oh, would you like a blow job with that?"
A/N: *eyes wide, hand clasped tightly over mouth* Repeat after me: I love BOH, I love BOH... XXX ~BOH