Page 141 of From Now On

“I can do it,” I offer. “My mom taught me the basics.”

“Nah, it’s fine. There’s a barber in Loughton I’ve gone to before. Just haven’t been that way recently.”

“A barber?” I scoff. “Do you not trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. I’m also pretty comfortable, so…”

I sit up. My muscles still feel like jelly from the multiple orgasms, but I’m excited by the idea of getting to do something for him for once. “Get dressed. I won’t be able to focus if you’re naked.”

Hunter grins as I climb out of bed and pull on some clothes and go in search of supplies.

When I return to my room with a comb, towel, and the sharpest pair of scissors I could find, Hunter is dressed and seated in the chair at my desk.

I smile approvingly before laying the towel on his shoulders and tucking it into the collar of his T-shirt. I’ll have to vacuum the floor later, but that should keep most of the hair contained.

“You wanted a mohawk, right?”

Hunter laughs, but there’s a hint of nerves in the sound. “Eve…”

“Relax. I know what I’m doing.”

He’s got the big dinner celebrating the championship this weekend. No matter how funny fucking with his hair could be, I wouldn’t do that to him.

“Just a trim, yeah?” I check.

“Yeah. It keeps falling into my eyes.”

I noticed. And I’ll miss watching his arm muscles flex when he runs his hand through his hair constantly.

It’s hair. It’ll grow back. But…I’m not sure I’ll get to see it.

I comb a section and start cutting.

Hunter’s quiet and still—the perfect client.

So of course my mind starts racing.

“I, uh, ran into Ben earlier.”

“Oh” is the extent of Hunter’s response. His only reaction is to stay completely still.

I wish I’d mentioned this when I could look at his face, at least.

I chew on the inside of my cheek as I trim another section. “I told him about us. I wasn’t sure if I should or not, but I happened to see him and it seemed—I don’t know? Respectful.”

“What did he say?”

“Not much. It wasn’t really about what he said, more for me. Part of moving on.”

Hunter hesitates before asking, “Have you moved on?”

“From Ben? Of course. I’m dating you, remember?”

“You were with him for a long time, Eve.”

I finish the final section in the back and then round the chair to face him. “I know. And part of the reason we were together for so long was because I thought it was supposed to feel like that. Always looking ahead, not really enjoying the present.”

Hunter’s expression is serious, brows knit together the same way they do when he’s reading or concentrating hard on something.

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