Justin Jefferson Hair Novels & Stories

If anything, it was totally not worth mentioning. But Raeleigh was a little confused as she fixed her eyes on the bow. Jefferson raised his hand to clip the bowtie on Raeleigh's headband. Then, he took a picture of it on his cell phone. The picture was only of the ornament and her accompanying hair. It did not capture her face. The red bowtie paired with Raeleigh's jet-black, soft, shiny hair, greatly enhanced her beauty.

Straightening her hair would absolutely not happen unless the man had some very specific products. Still standing behind her, Jozef brushed his fingers over her jaw then sank them into the springy curls around the base of her head. He freed his fingers and signed, how do you want it to look? Shaun shrugged, I guess I like it the way I usually have it. Then that's how it should look, Jozef agreed.

When I saw that I haven’t screwed up his hair yet, I let out a sigh of relief. “I can do this.” “I have total faith in you,” Justine lied with a smile. I made another few snips, starting in the back where it’s the longest. I ran my fingers through his hair, untangling any snarls that might affect how his hair looks when we're finished. This wasn’t so bad. Even if I screwed up, it’s just hair. It’d grow back eventually. I made another snip, and a larger chunk than I expected fell to the bottom of the tub, clogging the drain along with the rest of it.

He ruffles Justin's brunette locks, giggling at his scowling face. "Stop it." Justin pouted as he tried fixing his dishevelled hair. He was busy setting his hair up when Boby stood, his eyes fixated on the door with his smile so wide. "Jinni !" Boby called out, making Justin turn his head at the direction he's looking at. He saw a tall man with blonde locks walking towards their direction. Justin could only think of a word that would best describe the man as he neared their table. Handsome.

She insisted, "I can do it by myself." Needless to say, Jefferson's response was, "I said, I'll help you with it. Did I ask for your opinion?" Adrienne kept silent. Jefferson was being domineering and unreasonable even when he was trying to help her blow-dry her hair. The hair-dryer was powerful, so it dried her hair rather quickly. Jefferson sniffed at Adrienne's hair and asked, "Which shampoo did you use? Why does it smell so nice?" "Is it?" Adrienne took a section of her hair and sniffed at it carefully. "I don't think so though."

When she finished, Justin took her comb and began brushing her hair, a ritual they had done for years. "I’m literally obsessed with your hair," he said, his fingers moving through the strands as if he hadn’t said the same thing a hundred times before. Ivy rolled her eyes, knowing full well that despite his words, he was more into blondes. She had even dyed her hair blonde once, only for Justin to laugh and tell her it didn’t suit her. She had promptly returned to her natural brunette. "I know, I have the best hair," Ivy said with a chuckle, trying to mask the sting of his earlier comment.

Karina's head was already pressed against the glass behind her. She didn't know what to do, Justin made her confused. "It should be like this," Justin's hand rose, and grabbed the ribbon that tied Karina's hair, he pulled it, then fell strand by strand, until Karina's hair flowed freely very beautifully. Karina was at a loss for words, she had no idea what Justin had just done. The man had just untied Karina's hair. "I prefer it this way," Justin said giving Karina a red ribbon.

I forced myself to not get angry at his irk possessiveness and smiled, gently pushing him with both of my hands on his chest. "Good girl." He beamed and I heaved a sigh, appreciating the fact that my vivacious Justin was back. "Can you please get out of here? I need to have a bath." I smiled, trying to pack my hair but it seemed to be stuck by my zipper. It was difficult and painful because my hair was shoulder-length wavy hair and it was stretched to hook on my zipper. I turned around, ignoring the negligibly small gap that was between Justin and I. "Help me out with this." I touched my hair.

He stay in his position for hours now but he doesn't mind staying this way just to not disturb Celestine's sleep. "So beautiful," he mumbled while he was caressing her cheek, down to her hair. Celestine's hair is longer now than the first time he had seen her. But he likes her hair long. He had seen in interviews that Celestine just only had a particular hairstyle and it is straight hair that is above her shoulders. From her first interview as a model until her recent interviews, her hair did not change except her hair to the magazine covers which she is required to wear a wig.