Past Tense Of Blow Dry Novels & Stories

he replied, grabbing at his ponytail of long golden strands, “needs it at optimal performance. Ask Amorous. He has one.” Libidi came in and tugged on his twin brother’s hair, “Let’s just cut it off. Then you won’t need a blow dryer.” Johnathan snickered, and Tener growled at his brother, “Touch my hair again, and I will cut your dick off!” “Alright, no bickering, not that I care who cuts what off, but if we are to get this shit dry,” Johnathan snapped, but right then Libidi lifted his shirt and pulled out the blow dryer shoved between his hard abs and sweat pants and handed it to Johnathan.

She came out a few minutes later and grabbed the hair dryer and starts to dry her hair . The noise from the hair dryer filled the room making the atmosphere comfy and homey . "Are you done ?? " She asked above the humming noise of the dryer . "Huh ?? " "Are you done ?? " She asked again . "Nope . I still have a lot to do . " He replied without looking up from the laptop . Hana found herself smacking her lips together. He looked so sexy , with his hair in disarray and oh God those glasses sitting on his nose bridge .

it wasn’t a big job, there were only around four or five pigtails. after unbraiding them successfully, i tried towel drying before making a final decision to use the hand dryer. it had been my sport and fan since i was young. we would go to restaurant then i would stand under the drier as i let the warm and hot air pass through my hair. it wasn’t working and after a while i decided that i was to grown for this. i made a move to go back to the worktop in front of the mirror before something or rather someone roughly shoved me on the back.

But the tenderness in his voice melted something inside me. "You're seriously going to stop making out with me to blow-dry my hair?" I teased, stepping closer. He smirked, brushing a damp lock from my cheek. "I'm seriously not letting you get sick. I want you in my bed, not sneezing in it." I laughed, leaning into his touch. "Okay, fine. Blow-dry away." Aiden led me to a nearby chair, retrieving a sleek hair dryer from the adjoining bathroom. As the warm air hummed around us and his fingers gently worked through my hair, I found myself watching him in the mirror—shirt sleeves rolled up, brow furrowed in concentration.

Before he finished, I said, "It sprung out of my mouth out of nowhere. And aren't you on your way to work? What exactly are you waiting for?" He took the towel from me and used the hairdryer to dry my hair while stating, "I was waiting for you." I took the hairdryer from him and dried my own hair, wondering, "And why is that?" He snatched the hairdryer from me again and asked, "Don't you know how to properly dry your hair? You're leaving the wet part out." While he was blow drying, I said, "My mum used to blow dry my hair like this when I was a kid, saying I wasn't doing it properly..."

I said when it wasn’t so obvious anymore that I was panting like a parched animal. “One more chance gone,” Aidan said, and I chuckled, closing my eyes. I’d almost forgotten about his earlier statement. “Duly noted,” I nodded in response. “How about your hair?” It wasn’t dripping anymore, but it was still pretty damp. “I’ll just dry it a little and part it into braids, then we can crash.” I moved from my frozen spot for the last few minutes, and I went to my vanity to get my blow drier out. Aidan followed, but he sat on the bed, watching me as I dried my hair.

When the two arrived home, it was a little while later. Initially, when Kane carried Lani, she felt a bit sleepy, but perhaps the cool autumn breeze dispelled her drowsiness. Now, she was awake. After showering, Lani left the bathroom and comfortably lay on the bed for Kane to blow-dry her hair. Kane stood behind Lani, carefully running his fingers through her soft, pleasantly scented hair, using the hairdryer to dry her hair. Lani blissfully narrowed her eyes.

Damn, but it made me stare and my cock pay attention. Aiden ran his fingers through his wet hair. “Looks like I’ll need to dry my hair. Don’t want to get a cold now, do we?” He found the hairdryer, inserted the cord into the socket on the wall, and then switched it on. The noise of the appliance echoed in the room as he worked on his hair, and within minutes, it was completely dry, and surprisingly enough, very stylish. “Your turn.” He signaled to me. “Mine is almost dry,” I said.

I was finally able to get some strength on my body after so long. I watched him plug in the hairdryer onto the wall beside us, before facing it towards my hair. I silently let him blow dry my hair for me, he had a neutral expression on, it wasn’t a poker face or an angry face, it was just a soft expression that rested on his face. Suddenly, a smirked ford on his face and the next thing I know, the air was blowing directly onto my face. I yelped and looked at him through the mirror. He had a smile, making me want to smile too but I didn’t.

I felt much much better now than earlier. I walked over to the large, vintage-looking mirror that stood at the corner of the room. I picked up the blow dryer from the vanity table, flipping the switch. The gentle hum of the machine filled the room, warm air blowing out of the nozzle. I ran my fingers through my hair as I guided the blow dryer, the warm air taming my damp tresses into submission. Once my hair was fully dried up, it hung around my shoulders in soft waves. Setting the blow dryer aside, I moved toward the walk-in closet, my bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor. I skimmed through the hangers, my fingers brushing against the different fabrics. Silks, pieces of cotton,