88. Hair Salon for the Poor

Somin and Teho

Somin sat on the edge of a bath, the cold porcelain surface chilled her behind. Yesterday's bloody clothes were thrown under the sink, the mud ones on the pile in a corner.

How come I'm always at the center of the freakiest situations? She thought.

She stared at the half-broken icy blue tiles on the floor, all and all, this whole place was comfortless. Somin's fingers gripped the edge of the tub, stabilizing herself as her body instinctively kept leaning forward.

Teho returned with scissors in hand and stopped for a second to soak up the scene. Somin's exposed pretty pale legs led his eyes to pink panties peeking underneath her long shirt.

I want her so bad, I never felt this kind of need before. Teho realized.

Her nasty hangover gave her no room to feel inappropriate around him and the daring photographer got terribly close.

"I saw this on your table. They aren't the right ones for haircutting, but we don't have anything better." He smiled sweetly with slightly sharp scissors in his hand.

She briefly detected the scent of his body.

Like a sweet black pepper.

Somehow it made her think of pure luxury. Earth-toned, warm like an upcoming fall.

I'm falling deeper for him.

He tenderly grabbed a strain of ruined hair and cut it. The scared girl closed her eyes, daring to slightly lean closer to his torso. Her hands itched with the need to feel his skin under the shirt. To hug his waist, to touch his belly button, bury her nose in it.

Did she sniff me?

Teho couldn't believe it, even with the storming headache he noticed.

She likes me, it's a given.

Pink hair was once more slowly falling onto the floor.

"Snip"

Silence.

"Snip"

Silence.

She was focusing on his touch. Firm yet tender, making her mad with lust. This moment was incredibly intimate.

Peaceful and without unnecessary bickering. Only closeness, she needed.

I love to share silence with her. What a beautiful moment. Teho thought, amazed.

He was focusing hard through squinted eyes. Sometimes using the right moment and lightly grazing her lovingly around the cheek, covering the touch with alignment of the hair to her jawline, but leaving it lingering long enough to get suspicious. Checking the length and continuity of the cut. Looking down, seeing behind her loose shirt.

He had to take a step back to collect himself a few times as the growing want threatened with its physical manifestations so close around her. The tired boy fought his own body, counting to ten, overly focusing on his headache and not her beautiful form. Yearning for touch, but enjoying himself anyway.

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All and all it came out quite nicely, even though it took him an hour to finish. How can he be faster in this morning delirium? Teho made the haircut shorter to go in line with her chin. His observing photography skills realized itself here.

"Here you go. Please don't do this to your hair again, you looked like a creature of the night," he softly laughed.

I feel so good around her, I really like her company. He smiled.

Somin exhaustedly smiled back. "Thank you." She examined his expression. There was this ever-present tension.

Is he waiting for something? Am I waiting too? Somin confusedly thought.

First heartbeat.

The beautiful boy ever so softly caressed her thigh.

Second heartbeat.

He tucked a strain behind her ear.

Third heartbeat.

He waited for her reaction which was only a pleading stare to his eyes fearfully.

Please don't ruin my life, my friendship with Mia. Please don't. Somin had on the back of her mind.

"I don't feel fresh at all, I'm gonna go and find myself somewhere along the way." He winked at her.

He brushed his hair, making her a little secret show, hoping she'd catch on to it. His palm brush here and there taking time, effortlessly, nonchalantly posing along with his talk.

She nodded and let him go. Confused even more.

The hell was that?

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Somin went to crawl back to sleep again, her body giving up on its way to sheets, she didn't return to Mia though. Shamelessly, she got in the bed on which Teho left a ruffled blanket. Tucking herself in, his scent all over the sheets. No traces of alcohol, just purely him.

OMG, that's how he would smell if he slept with me.

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