Page 12 of A Layperry's Heart
Aldo gives me a soft smile. He gestures towards a plush couch. “There’s coffee if you’d like a cup while you wait. I won’t be too long, I promise.”
I sit down and watch him walk back over to his station. As he goes, my eyes dart down to his ass. His jeans are light gray and hug him just right. When I realize I’m staring, I look back up, only to find him watching me in the reflection of the giant mirror.
My cheeks heat at being caught but the smirk he throws my way lightens the embarrassment. I think he might like that I was taking him in. I like what I see, and I’m not ashamed of that.
I look over at the little coffee machine they have here. As much as a cup of warm coffee sounds good, I have no idea how to work this contraption and it’s probably best I just sit and wait. I flip through a magazine. I can’t read the words but there are some pictures I can look at.
I have no idea how long I wait but eventually, the woman in Aldo’s seat stands up. They walk over to the counter to the side of the shop. They continue to chat as she pays before finally leaving with a lingering glance in my direction.
“Okay, Gendry,” Aldo says, walking back to his station. “Let me clean this up and then I’m all yours.”
Warmth floods through me without my permission. His words strike a chord within me, tingling sensations rushing through my extremities towards the center of my chest where my heart lies. I barely know Aldo but already I want him to be mine.
Aldo’s hair is still that lovely shade of pink. Christian’s words play over and over in head. This shade means he likes me. But then again, it was pink while he worked on the last person’s hair. Does that mean he likes her as well?
By the Ancestors, these humans are complicated.
“There we go! Hop into my chair, handsome.” Warmth floods me once more. I don’t understand how this human can sway my insides so thoroughly. What is it about him that has me feeling this way? Why has no one stirred me quite like Aldo?
I get into the chair and he chuckles, hitting a button and making the chair slowly get lower and lower. Once he has me at the perfect height, the chair stops.
“There we go. Now I can actually work on your head. I’m gonna put my hands in your hair now, is that okay?”
“Of course. It would be difficult for you to work on my hair without touching it.”
“True,” he says with a warm laugh. The sound rings through the room and tugs at my insides. Everything he does makes me feelsomething. “I didn’t want to surprise you, that’s all.”
Aldo touches my hair and a shiver runs down my spine. Maybe I didn’t think this through properly. Sure, I wanted to spend more time with Aldo but now that his hands are actually touching me, I’m not sure I will be able to keep myself from not growing wet and aroused. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable but his touch feels sogood.
“What are you thinking? Please tell me you’re not planning something super short. Your hair is so beautiful and long.”
“My usual style would be shaved around my ears and the back but keeping the rest long. I like being able to braid it back and away from my face.”
“That sounds perfect,” Aldo says, smiling at me in the reflection of the mirror. “Would you like me to shampoo you?”
I tilt my head to the side. “What?”
Aldo chuckles and nods towards the back of the room where the sink sits. “I can wash your hair as part of your haircut. It feels really nice.”
“Oh,” I breathe out. “Okay. I would like the full human experience, please.”
Aldo gives me a wink. “You got it. Follow me.”
I carefully move over to the sink. I feel like I have too much leg and I have to curl my tail around my thigh to keep it out of the way but with a bit of squirming and adjusting, I get myself into the chair and tilted back so that Aldo can wash my hair.
“What should I do about your antennae?”
“Try not to touch them, please. They can be rather sensitive and I have special oils I use to keep them clean.”
“Got it. They might get a little wet, will that be okay or would you rather I put a cloth over them?”
“If they get a little wet, that is fine. Thank you for asking, Aldo.” I look up at him, seeing his face upside down from this angle. Somehow, even at this silly angle, his beauty is apparent. I’m not sure any angle could make him any less beautiful. It’s a good thing he cannot connect telepathically with me or else he’d be able to know exactly what the cause of my blush is.
“No problem. I wanna make sure you’re well taken care of,” he says with a grin before turning on the water. He splashes just a tiny bit against my hair. “How’s the temperature? Too hot? Too cold?”
I smile. “It’s just right.”
“Just like you,” he says before getting my hair wet. I stare up at him as he works, his eyes glancing down at me a few times before he’s giggling. He taps my forehead gently. “Gendry, close your eyes. Humans don’t stare while they’re getting their hair washed usually.”
