Blew Dried My Hair Novels & Stories

Si Ye Han looked over to her and asked , his hair was still dripping and Jiang Ning had this sudden itch to dry it for him. " Ah well - that " he needed to dry it - he seriously needed to dry his hair , the dripping droplets were really a major distraction " You should dry your hair first - the weather , its getting cold " " It will dry on its own - I'm quite feeling quite lazy to be honest with you " said Si Ye Han sweeping his dripping wet hair back . " Use a hair drier then " " It makes my hair dry - I'm not using it "

I run the comb through once more and start to braid. ‘They should dry faster like this with a small spell,’ I think as braid my hair into serval small braids. I run magic up through my arms and heat the air around them as I work. I tie it again around my head as I finish drying my hair. I stand from the edge and get out of the tub. I grab a towel and run it across my body. It was very soft as it dried my body. I place the towel on the edge of the tub and walk to the gown as a thought ran thru my mind.

After he left, I covered my face and groaned, "Oh, God, I feel so molested!" A few minutes passed before I finally calmed down, I took a deep breath and didn't waste any more time. I picked a random shirt to wear, then went to the bathroom to brush my hair. It was still damp from the shower and since there wasn't any dryer, I finger-combed it. I'll remember to brush it later when it's dried. The good thing is that my hair will still retain its usual softness and straightness. It doesn't frizz like I've heard people say about theirs. I stepped out of my room about to call Rakel, however, I bumped into him on the way. I'm sure my face is still red from what happened earlier, so I didn't dare g

The towel hung low on Dale's hips, droplets of water trailing down his chest like tiny rivers mapping his skin as he stepped into his bedroom, rubbing his hair dry. His thick locks needed a helping hand to dry faster, the damp strands refusing to cooperate as usual. He envied Kirk's ability to let his hair dry naturally as if blessed by some mystical hair goddess. If Dale did that, his clothes would be a soaking mess. The moisture in his hair hid in wait like a sneaky saboteur, ready for a chance to ruin whatever he wore.

Taking the loofah from the rack in the shower I squired a good amount of dove lavender body wash on and start3d to clean myself. After about 30 minutes I was done, smelt clean. Turning off the shower I dried myself off before wrapping the towel around me. Stepping out of the shower I stood in front of the mirror and started on my hair. Going for a high ponytail but the damn hair didn't want to go the way I want it to go. Hair decided it wasn't going to work with me today. It had a mind of its own and it was starting to piss me off .Struggling with getting my hair the way I want I let out a frustrated sight. Leaning down, about to give up and just put on moisturiser to let it dry on its own I

“We’ll have to dry this. You’ll fall sick if you go to bed with your hair wet. Where is your dryer?” I pointed to the dresser and he picked me up, ignoring the sounds of protest that I made. He deposited me on the seat in front of my vanity. I looked at my ghostly state in the mirror. The towel was still draped over my shoulders, my hair was damp, my skin raw and pale from the hot water, and my eyes were swollen. Christian turned on the machine and started drying my hair, running his fingers through it with a rough tenderness. I blinked in surprise and sluggishly lifted my hand to take the blow dryer from him.

I swear it never dried. I followed Xavier to the shower and let the hot water run down my face and body. It helped me wake up. I washed my face and hair, letting Xavier massage my shoulders. Once we had showered and were dressed I was blow drying my hair when I noticed Xavier watching me intently. I turned off the blow dryer and looked over at him. "What?" I said.

My tears were choking me and I found it hard to swallow. “Yeah….I just….dreamt of this sometimes….” I drifted away, now feeling like I had to explain, “My mother or older sister or dad brushing my hair, it’s stupid, I know.” I sighed, wiping my tears with my free hand. “I need to use a dryer, right?” He asked with me nodding my head and pointing where the dryer was. He dried my hair slowly then tied it in a ponytail for me. It was magical. Nothing would ever be as glorious to me. I wished the memory would last forever. He ran his hands over my hair, and I couldn’t help tip my head up to stare at him.

My wet hair clung to my body, I wrapped the towel around my waist and went ahead to blow-dry my hair in the room. The hot air from the blow-dryer blew on my skin as I dried my hair. After making sure that my hair was dry, I went back to lay on my bed with the towel around my waist.

“Your cowlick and frizz is mostly dryness, not length.” She narrowed her eyes. “Looked into this?” My lips twitched, and I leaned down, taking a deep breath of her scent. I shuddered; the electric feeling that rushed through me was enough to make me say to hell with the Ball altogether. “If I did?” “Spill the secrets.” I laughed and guided her back into the bathroom, sitting her on the bench. I pulled the drying sheet down and started to dry her hair gently. I handed her a bottle of styling conditioner.