Justin Jefferson Hair Novels & Stories

Her hair was placed in a beautiful braid and she gave off the feels of a total cutie. Jennifer had on an open-back grey shirt and dark blue jeans with a pair of boots and sunglasses, it was so casual yet well-suited for her and made her look absolutely gorgeous. Her ponytail made her look cool and her leisurely attitude gave a generous contribution to this. As for the boys, Jason had on a simple short-sleeve T-shirt with trousers and a pair of oxford boots with his side hair pinned with a hairpin making him look fresh, Jean had on his suit just like his Mum with a pair of leather boots and his cold gaze and hair that was placed back making him look like a CEO.

Well no one held me in my waist before but all of them felt the same and it was nothing. Jefferson is the only one who gave me the electric current feeling that made my hair all over my body rise up and wanted him to touch me again. My gosh, I had to stay away from him. I don't feel good about this feeling, it's new to me and I will never let him get into my nerves. He's going to leave and who knew who he will be with when that happens.

The guy realizes this as well, so he just shakes his head and keeps working. Justin grabs my hand and places me in front of him just to… observe me, with an impassive face. Then he pushes my hair back, tucking it behind my ears. “When you have your hair in your face all the time, you look more like a little girl; you’re not helping our case,” he murmurs. It’s decided, I’m going to cut it off because he doesn’t like it. Justin lowers his hands to my shoulders and pulls me up by them, “Don’t slouch, you look even shorter than you are. And don’t fight with your dad, you’d just be confirming that you’re immature. Your father will never respect you as an adult if you don’t act like one.”

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.

They had more than doubled the customer base and had three other employees working under them besides the work they did themselves and the part time help from their dad. Jacob and Jason both had their hair styled in a quiff but Jacob had spikes of blond highlights in his and kept it long and textured in a straight up and straight back fashion. Jason’s was his natural dark brown, faded more at the sides and of a medium length on top that he kept swept to the right. Jacob kept his face clean shaven whereas Jason kept the remnants of a five o’clock shadow and a very finely trimmed mustache.

Jefferson smiled sweetly at Homer while he ignored Hugo, grumbling about his willingness to go with Homer and how ugly Jefferson's face was when he went with Hugo; it's not fair, but Jefferson pretended he didn't see or hear Hugo. Homer tells Jefferson to change his clothes since their trip has nothing to do with his work. But Jefferson still dressed neatly; he wore a blue shirt and black jeans. He styles his hair a bit messy and wears perfume. But it's not like a date everyone and Jefferson expected.

Jeff probably won't hear it. I was not too fond of Jeff. He was a slender man with blonde hair that glistened when exposed to the sun. His face was oval with round eyes, and he was one year younger than my dad, I think. His eyes were sliced ​​gold, and he always looked at me with a troubling gaze. It was as if he was stripping my body with those eyes.

she chuckled softly, raising her hand to sift her fingers through his dark hair which was now curling by his ears and had already grown out of the military-required crew cut he used to have; a wistful smile tugging on the corners of her lips. Joslyn remembered how elated her brother had been to find out that he had been enlisted in the Marines, so elated that when it was time to cut off his hair, Joshua Patel had done so without so much as batting an eyelid—an action that’d really surprised Joslyn, who was well aware of how much he had obsessed over his previously curly, jaw-length ebony hair. It had proven just how dedicated he was to his chosen path and it made Joslyn admire her twin so mu

With her back to him, her senses heightened, making the touch of his fingers feel ten times more intense. His hands were warm and dry, and every movement was gentle and deliberate, as if he was being careful with each strand. As he twisted her hair up, his fingertips brushed against the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "D-Dr. Jefferson..." she stammered, feeling flustered and wanting to move away. "Don't move," he said softly. "Almost done." With those words, he secured the hairpin into her hair, holding it firmly in place.

He sat with that for a minute, the two of them quiet on the couch, and then, almost without meaning to, Arlen's hand went up to his own hair—longer than he usually kept it, shaggy at this point, uncut for weeks because cutting his hair had felt like such an absurdly small, pointless thing to do while his whole life was coming apart. He'd let it grow because Justin had liked it that way. He realized that only as the thought arrived, fully formed and unwelcome: he'd kept growing it out these past months because Justin had run his fingers through it once and said something about how he liked it long, and Arlen had just kept it, without ever really deciding to. "I want to cut my hair," he said s