Tom Holland Hair の小説・ストーリー

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

I have to look up at them and it sucks. "Hey, Jo," Jon replies. Jax looks at me for a few seconds, then looks away uneasily. Jax is a tall guy — like everyone else around me — with curly dark hair that he has always kept short on the sides and longer but still trimmed and layered at the top. Angeline had several of his photos as a little boy and a younger teenager, in which his curly hair was long and fell around his face. She used to say she would one day trick him into a bet or something and have him grow it again.

It's a good thing Alpha Jason took care of his hair because the fact that he had more hair care products than a lot of girls was going to be really good for detangling my tangled, knotted hair. "I'm known especially for my hairstyling skills, my lady." Hannah said as she got to work, still looking extremely happy at my simple request. "Good to know." I smiled back. She was too cute to dismiss. At the end of the day, I was so grateful that I had her to help me. The tangles she combed out... I would never have been able to do it without damaging my arm muscles and rendering myself bald. She packed my hair up in a ponytail in he middle of my head and I hater to toot my own horn but I looked rea

I ask him with worry. Ben points at Hugo. My eyes moved to Hugo as he starts pulling his hair back into a man bun. I didn’t even realize that his hair was a little longer than the last time I saw him. His eyes were glued on me while he was doing it and looked so damn handsome. The way his fingers do it so effortlessly making me swallow my saliva hard as I watch how he professionally tied his hair. And the good thing is, I've got to watch him do it personally up close.

Usually, when I see Lionel, he flirts with girls, not biting their heads off. I can't believe how mean he is! I bring myself to face him. "Are you on your period or—" The words stay on my tongue when I catch a look at him. Lionel is frowning at me, tall and muscular, with a towel slung over his broad, tanned shoulder. Holy shit. It's been a long time since I last saw him. Lionel's hair is still blonde, but it's now accompanied by some darker scruff that has made him enter Thor theory.

“His hair…?” I exhaled sharply through my nose, rubbing my temple. “Well, it’s fucking red,” I grumbled. “Not ginger. Like, deep, fucking blood red. And anytime it’s grown out a bit, it’s messy, but somehow still looks intentional, you know? Like he just rolls out of bed looking like a goddamn rockstar.” Imogen hummed, clearly entertained. “Mmm. Sounds sexy.” I scowled. “He’s not sexy. He’s an asshole.”

His cologne. I allowed myself to check him out since he was obviously doing the same to me. He was tall, a whole foot taller than me, with a big frame. He was big without being bulky, just as I liked them, and the tux he wore moulded to his body, promising deliciousness under the pieces of clothing he wore. He had jet black hair, cut close to his head on both sides and longer on the top. It flopped to one side of his head messily, as if he had been running his hands through it all day.

“It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.” “I do not use a bowl!” I protested, my voice muffled by the cape. They both ignored me. Chloe ran her fingers through my hair, which I’ll admit is one of my few decent features. Thick, soft, and black as ink. “He’s got great hair, Jax. Lots to work with. So, you’re thinking more of a textured crop? Keep the length on top, loose and messy?” “Yeah, messy. But like, expensive messy. Not ‘I just rolled out of bed and gave up on life’ messy, which is his current brand.”

Mark added as we began the long drive back to Otterville Falls. “Are you kidding me?” I knew he was just saying that to get my goat. But I couldn’t help but remember the strange man’s office. “He had three inches of dark roots!” Mark grinned at me. “Maybe he’s looking for a new stylist.? They can be hard to find, a lot like an OB-GYN.” I snorted. “His hair was shoulder length, half of it was bleach blonde and the other half almost black. He had a life size cut out of his son who was in college and he sang while he walked.”

“Harry.” “Tell me that you’re glad to see me,” Harry’s appearance was, as always, dramatically beautiful. Tall, lean, broad shouldered, and dressed with an effortless elegance that Meguitte could never reproduce, their hair was a waist length, silky straight dyed golden curtain. From behind she might have mistaken Harry for Talen, though Talen had not worn his hair that length since his time in Alden whilst he had been grieving Gera, and Talen tended more to denim and flannelette than designer wear.