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my legs.
    “Sinclair, ready?”
    Jesus, get a grip, Sinclair.
    “ Yes, sorry,” I said.              
    My hands were trembling slightly as I bent over him and slid my fingers into his soft, brown hair. I exhaled slowly, knowing at that moment, I’d never wanted to touch anyone’s head as much as this man’s.
    “That feels good,” he murmured , as I ran my fingers through the wet strands and began massaging his scalp.
    “We usually massage the head before every cut, to relax our customers in the shop,” I said, my voice slightly hitched.
    “ Is that right?” he asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “You okay?”
    “I’m fine. Are you okay?” I managed to say, wondering which was wetter at the moment, me or his hair.
    “I’m great. In fact, y ou can massage my head anytime,” he answered, a smile in his voice.
    I didn’t trust myself to answer. Instead, I turned off the water and began patting his hair with a towel. “You ready?” I asked, clearing my throat.
    He stood up and looked down into my eyes. “ I am, are you?”
    I swallowed. “Um, sure, let’s go back outside.”
    His eyes lowered and his tongue licked the side of his upper lip. “Looks like I got you wet,” he said softly.
    My eyes widened. “What?”
    He raised his fingertips and touched a spot right above my breasts. “Water.”
    I looked down and smiled , sheepishly. The fact of the matter was the entire front of my entire tank was pretty damp. “It’s okay, I’m used to it.”
    He grinned and motioned towards the doorway. “After you.”
    I cleared my throat and proceeded to walk back out to the balcony. When he sat down I picked up my comb and scissors.
    “How did you sleep last night?” he as ked, as I began combing his hair.
    “Okay,” I said, t rying to avoid his icy stare. “You?”
    “Actually, I had a hard time sleeping.”
    “Oh?”
    “I thought since I’d had a few shots of tequila, I’d sleep like a baby. But, no such luck.”
    “Hmm…,” I said, not knowing that he’d been drinking. Maybe there was a chance he’d forgotten our little encounter?
    “Fact is , I only got a few hours of sleep.”
    I leaned over him to grab my scissors, the side of my breast brushing his shoulder. “Sorry,” I said.
    “I’m not complaining,” he said, his voice low.
    Our eyes met briefly and my mouth went dry.
    “I’ll be right back,” I said , stepping backwards. “I need my other comb.”
    And to break this freakin’ sexual tension for a few seconds.
     
     
     
     
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    Reed
     
    “Okay,” I said and then nonchalantly put my hand over my jeans to cover up my half-cocked hard-on. Ever since she’d started undressing me with her eyes and massaging my head, I hadn’t been able to think straight.
    “What’s Sela doing, today?” she asked, returning a little while later.
    “Relaxing.”
    She began combing my hair, again. “So, when’s the big wedding?”
    I sighed, fee ling my hard-on begin to recede. “We don’t have a date set, yet.”
    She leaned in front of me, giving me a part ial view of her cleavage.
    “How short do you want it?” she asked.
    “I’ll let you decide.”
    She studied my hair, intently. “Okay, I think I’ll just take a little off.”
    “I’m yours, do whatever you want,” I said, knowing I was playing with fire. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t help myself.
    Her cheeks turned pink and I wondered what was going through that beautiful skull of hers. I hadn’t planned on flirting with her at all, but the electricity between us was staggering. I was no longer thinking with a clear head, just a stiff one.
    “So , you and Jesse are pretty serious, huh?” I asked after a few minutes of silence.
    She shrugged. “We’re just having fun right now.”
    “ I see. You know, he never really dated much, when he lived here.”
    “ Is that right?”
    “Fact is- I could have sworn that he was gay.”
    Her hands paused. “Really?”
    “But, now that I’ve met you, there’s no