Page 54 of Fractured Constellations
I shake my head. “I am not shaving off your hair, Blade. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s perfect,” I tell him, crossing my arms.
He just raises that fucking brow at me. “Thorn! Chase!” His yell makes me jump, and seconds later, the other two rush into the room.
“What’s wrong?” Thorn asks, his eyes wide as he searches the room before they settle on me and his brows dip. “Why do you have a bald stripe, Goldie?”
My cheeks flush and I resist the urge to touch it. This is ridiculous.
“She wants to shave her head but feels shit about it. So we’re all shaving our heads but she’s refusing to do mine,” Blade says casually, turning on the clippers. “One of you can do it, then I can do yours, and one of us can do hers when she’s ready.”
“I’m standing right here, jerk face,” I grumble, and Thorn laughs as he saunters towards me.
“I can’t wait to fuck you afterwards. Bald chicks are so fucking hot,” he tells me as he walks right by me, leaving me mouth agape and blushing. “Hand me the clippers, bro.”
I watch, eyes wide as Blade hands Thorn the clippers, and Thorn wastes no time switching them on to shave Blade’s head. Blade looks into my eyes, his beautiful hair falling around him onto my carpet, and my eyes fill with tears.
Chase’s arms wrap around me from behind, and my body sinks into him before my mind even catches up on what is happening. “Shaving our heads is nothing, Star.”
“B–But your hair is so perfect and beautiful,” I stammer, the tears scalding my cheeks as more of Blade’s hair is cut off.
“You’re perfect and beautiful,” Chase tells me, pulling me so close that there’s not a sliver of air between us. “And we know this is hard for you, so we want to share some of the burden.”
Soon, Blade gets up, his thick hair on my bedroom floor and a short buzz cut on his head. It’s not fair; if anything, it makes his eyes and cheekbones stand out more. Makes him more stunning.He comes towards me, and my hand reaches out to run my palm over the short bristles.
“It’s so soft,” I marvel, and his eyes flutter, the thick lashes that he has no right to, fanning against his cheek.
“If you keep petting me like that, Goldilocks, we won’t get the rest of us done,” he rumbles, and his green eyes snap open, the heat in them burning me from the inside out.
“Me next! I want pets!” Thorn cries, bouncing onto the small stool that Blade just vacated and making me laugh at his excitement.
“That okay, baby?” Blade asks, and I nod. Part of me wants to get this over with, but another is taking confidence from seeing them give me this gift of solidarity. It’s not something I ever would have asked for, but it means the fucking world to have someone else experience a tiny part of what I’m going through.
Thorn gets told off several times by Blade for not sitting still as he shaves his head, and I’m laughing so hard by the end of it that happy tears fall down my cheeks. No sooner has Blade told Thorn he’s done, than Thorn is up, throwing himself on his knees in front of me and begging for pets.
I indulge him, what else can I do? And he purrs like a cat, earning more giggles.
“Do you want to go next, Star?” Chase asks me, his arms still holding me close, and I pause with my hand on Thorn’s head, taking a deep breath.
“Will you do it?” I beg Chase, and he places a light kiss on my neck.
“Only if you promise to do mine afterwards,” he replies, and I swallow.
“Okay.”
Thorn moves, but then shuffles after me on his knees, placing his head in my lap as I settle on the stool, my back to themirror. My hands tremble as I place them on his head, taking the comfort as if he really is my emotional support pet.
“Eyes on me, Goldilocks,” Blade orders as the buzzer starts, and my breathing quickens. My eyes find his immediately, locking onto his gaze as I feel the vibrations of the clippers against my scalp. My lips tremble, but Blade just gives me that dangerous smile of his. “You’re doing so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
My breath shudders out of me, his words of praise and Thorn’s comfort helping me to get through this.
It feels like only minutes later when Chase announces he’s done. The buzzing of the clippers stop, and he turns me on the stool, Thorn shuffling back as Chase blocks my reflection. His fingers grasp my chin, lifting it so I’m looking into his green eyes. The gold flecks in them shine, and they’re full of love and adoration.
“Absolutely stunning, Star,” he whispers, dipping down and placing his lips against mine. He tells me with his kiss how attractive he finds me, how much he loves me, and my throat tightens at all the words he speaks with his touch.
“I love you, Chase Banks,” I murmur against his lips when he starts to pull away.
“I’ve always loved you, Luna May Wilder. Even before I knew you, I loved you,” he replies, his breath fanning against my lips, and my breath hitches.
Placing one final kiss on my lips, he straightens up and moves aside, letting me see my reflection. My lips part in a gasp. Yes, I’m bald, but my cheeks are flushed, my lips kiss-swollen, and my eyes brighter than they were before. I look…beautiful, like a girl in love who knows that she’s not alone in the world.
