Shoulder Length Hair With Glasses の小説・ストーリー

~Amara~ The door clicked open and there he was, his dark shoulder-length hair was a mess and I could tell that Nico had run his fingers through it countless times. His eyes were slightly red and he smelled of cigarettes that made me scrunch my nose since I didn't like the smell of it.

She gulped. “Arden,” Grace was mesmerised by his shoulder length dark hairs that were tied in small ponytail, a few stray strands falling upon his brows and eyes as his dark eyes shielded by pair of glasses. His thin lips added beauty to his masculinity, the way his cheekbones stood and the sharp angle of his jaw gave him a seductive and sophisticated look, her heart palpitated. “I was expecting you ten minutes earlier,” Arden said and Grace watched as he slid the glasses down to his nose and raised his brows.

I needed to be sure. I stared harder, noticing more details now, the woman on the screen had long hair, dark brown and flowing past her shoulders. My hand instinctively went up to my own hair short, neat, trimmed into the same bob I’d had since I was fourteen. I had never once let it grow past my shoulders, not even for a day. My chest started to feel tight. How could they have a picture of me with long hair? No. This wasn’t right. None of this was right.

Her figure is entirely toned and streamlined, and her flesh is a pleasantly surprising golden tan color. Full lips the color of mauve, and starkly white, thick, wild, lower shoulder blade length, ruffled type hair adorns her head. Her eyebrows match the style of her hair, but seem neater and more well-kept, and even her eyelashes are long, thick and white as snow. The rest of her body is surprisingly hair free and smooth, almost as though she'd been recently waxed. Her piercing eyes remain just the same, and it's only when she walks over and stands just a foot from you that you realize she must be at least a good 6 foot 3 inches tall. You literally have to look up to her to make eye contact,

He was offering to fix my hair for me after all. "You know I actually prefer your hair when you let it down, it's long and pretty, so why not flaunt it?." "Do with it as you may Lance!." I said and handed him my hair brush. He pulled the ribbon I had used to hold the hair up in a ponytail and my hair let loose and went all the way down my back. My hair was pretty long, it was almost waist length plus I also had a fringe. The length still surprises me though because I thought only redheads and brunettes had such privilege.