Page 31 of River
CHAPTER 9
Makeover
River
It wasn’t hard to find a hair salon that would allow me to cut Noah’s hair myself. The locals were friendly and eager to please, and when I told them I’d still pay them for a haircut, although I’d do it myself, they laughed.
Noah sat down in the chair and leaned his head back so I could wash it. I could have let one of the sweet women who worked here wash it, but I liked touching Noah, and this was a safe way for me to be close to him.
“How long has it been since you’ve had a haircut?” I asked and made sure to get the hair in back wet too.
“At least four months.” He looked up at me, and I noticed that his eyes weren’t bloodshot like the last time that I saw him.
I applied shampoo and worked it into his thick hair. “The seawater has dried your hair. Do you use any sort of moisturizer?”
“I use sunscreen every day.”
“In your hair?”
“No, on my body and face.”
I smiled. “Yes, but I’m talking about your hair.” With the washing station pushed against the wall, I stood next to Noah, leaning over him to wash his hair, and it was inevitable that my breasts got close to his face.
“Ehh…” Noah cleared his throat. “What did you say?”
“Close your eyes if you can’t focus on our conversation,” I teased.
A low chuckle sounded from Noah. “You saw that.”
“What? You ogling my breasts? Yes, I saw.”
“I didn’t mean to, but you’re practically rubbing them in my face.” He laughed, and I enjoyed the flirtatious banter between us.
“How else am I supposed to reach? Hang on; maybe if I go to the other side.”
“No,” he said fast. “By all means, stay. It’s the highlight of my month to be this close to you.”
I let the water spray in his face. “That’s to cool you down, Viking.”
Noah sputtered and dried his face with both hands.
The rest of the washing was quiet as I gave him a gentle scalp massage while leaving the conditioner to soften his damaged hair.
He had a soft smile on his face, and his eyes closed.
“Do you like it?”
“Mhmm… it feels amazing.”
“Better than sex?” I asked and frowned a little because why would I bring that up when I was usually so good at avoiding the subject?
Noah opened his eyes, and I could feel him studying me.
“I can think of sexual encounters that were less satisfying than this, but I’m pretty sure sex with you would be off the chart.”
“Why?”
“Because of the way you make me feel.”
