George Not Found Haircut Novels & Stories

I almost blushed upon hearing what he asked, “You were so wild last night…I have missed doing that with you.” He smirked before approaching me, “We can do something right now if you want, after all, I haven’t eaten breakfast yet.” I shook my head before revealing to him my phone, “Sebastian already cut his hair! He looks adorable!” “Him again? When will I ever beat him from getting your attention?” George pouted and he looked adorable, “I also wish we will bear fruit someday.” “I want to see a girl that looks just like you and a boy that will look like me.” He added before deciding to come back to the kitchen to cook something.

I reached out, my fingers barely grazing the crook of his arm, a gentle hold on the very base of his bicep. “Shall we?” I said, tilting my head to the side in a slow, fluid motion, letting my hair fall over one shoulder. I’d seen it in movies—a move meant to look effortless but practiced a hundred times before. He didn’t even glance at me. Of course, he didn’t. Without a word, George opened his door and stepped out. He didn’t rush, didn’t pause, just strode away with his head high, his eyes fixed forward like I wasn’t even there.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.