Page 58 of Falling for my Best Friend

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- Aiden -

She had me tingling all over when she was washing my hair. It felt weird to feel that good and know the feeling was because of Lucy.

When she was massaging my head, I almost told her I wished she could wash me all over like that. Thank god I caught myself. That would’ve been totally inappropriate...

Almost as inappropriate as the feeling I had in my dick when she was doing it.

Of course, I always thought she was pretty, but I never thought scabby kneed Lucy with the potty mouth and the biggest super soaker on the block would cause chills to run up my spine like that.

But maybe when I wasn’t paying attention, she stopped being that Lucy. For example, there was nothing scabby about her knees now. I was looking right at them while she towel dried my hair.

When she stopped, I looked up and smiled.

For a second she just stared at me, almost like she’d never seen me before, and then she swallowed and took a step back, tucking a stray wisp of hair behind her ears. “Right this way please,” she said, pointing her palm to the chair across the floor.

I followed her over and took a seat.

She grabbed a comb off the counter and walked behind the chair, looking at me through the mirror. “So how much shorter did you want it?”

I shrugged. “You’re the expert. What do you think?”

She pursed her lips and started combing it back. “I don’t think I should cut it too short. I like when it’s long enough that it still has a bit of wave to it.”

“You mean you like my flow?”

She smiled. “Yeah. In fact, I’m kind of jealous.”

“But you have gorgeous hair.”

She looked away from the mirror and back at my head, her cheeks blushing. “It doesn’t do any tricks like yours though. It just hangs there.”

“Is that why you’re always messing with it?”

“Yeah, cause it’s boring.”

“There’s nothing boring about you.”

She gave me a look like she didn’t totally agree. Then she leaned forward and put the comb on the counter before reaching for a pair of scissors. I didn’t mean to look down her shirt through the mirror, but it was too late. By the time she stood up, I’d already seen the way her bra cradled her round breasts inside the darkness of her shirt.

Worst of all, I would’ve looked again if I’d had the chance.

“So I’ll just cut about an inch off so your hair will feel nice and healthy, and if you want it shorter, we can always cut more off.”

“Sounds good,” I said.

She put her fingers flat against my temples and tilted my head so it was centered.

Then she started taking one piece of my hair at a time, dragging it between her fingers, and snipping across them, causing tuft after tuft to fall to the floor.

At first I just watched her. In fact, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was always so relaxed around me, but this was a totally different Lucy. She was confident and disciplined, and her face was full of concentration. It seemed a shame to interrupt her adorable focus, but again, I wanted the full experience.

“So is this the part where I confess all my dirty secrets and you listen and pretend you’re not going to gossip about me with the rest of the staff?” I asked.

She smiled as she grabbed the next chunk of my hair. “This is exactly that part.”

“What kind of stuff to people normally tell you?”

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