Billionaire Fake Husband
Nothing puts me in a worse mood than baked-on sardine explosions.
The overhead lights, which are on a dimmer switch, catch in the rich mahogany waves of Leon’s hair as he leans forward in his seat, revealing the slightly reddish undertones I never knew were there before. He has perfect hair. Literally. It’s never out of place and so thick and healthy. I bet he uses really expensive, yummy smelling shampoo. And soap.Oh god, Leon in the shower. Oh god, his hair in the shower. Oh god, his hair all the time.I’d give my left nut just to tousle it once. Ha. That is, if I had nuts. I always did like that saying.
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