Chapter 25: Lance.

Sitting there feeling her hands in my hair is utter torture. I have been fighting my body this entire time because her touch stokes a fire in my veins and sends shivers of pleasure through my skin.

I have the strong desire to pull her into my arms and keep her there, which I do once she steps in front of me. I feel her body temperature spike and hear her breath hitch at my action, so I know I affect her the same as she affects me. But she is fighting it and reluctantly I let her go as she pulls out of my grasp and takes the towel down.

Looking at my reflection I hardly recognise myself and I have to admit she has done a decent job. The blending of the longer hair on top with the shorter sides is so well done I would assume a professional did it if I didn’t know better. I also find myself liking the style she chose more than how I used to have my hair before.

“Um, so what do you think?”

I look away from my reflection and lock eyes with he