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"Ow Cepheus, what the hell?!" Cassia cursed, feeling her hair being yanked abruptly by him. Raising her hand to touch her head, it was quickly hit down by Cepheus who held the comb in his hand.
"Don't touch, was tryna fit this shit over your big ass head, damn. Now what I'm supposed to do next...?" Letting out a deep sigh, Cassia badly wanted to see what exactly he was doing, not at all trusting the method of her giving him instructions and him following along with what she was spitting out at him.
"You have to go in with the back of the comb to press down the glue and hair together...if that makes sense. But you like to act delayed so-."
"Cassia I'll have you looking a fucking fool keep up playing with me forreal." He warned, causing her to cross her arms as he flipped the comb around in his hand. He stared down at what he was doing in a focused manner, carefully following the instructions she gave him because he was trying to do it as correctly as possible. Since he really had no idea what he was doing except for Cassia's verbal instructions, something that he usually didn't do well with since he was more of a visual learner.
"Can you stop being so rough, why the hell are you pressing down that hard?!" Cassia moved her head, only to get snatched back by Cepheus who hit her with the comb again.
"Move again and Imma force you to walk out just like this." He threatened, causing Cassia to huff out in frustration while crossing her arms over her chest. With a pout lining her lips, she grabbed her phone to call Jamila in a FaceTime, but the phone was quickly snatched out of her hand by Cepheus. "You swear you slick when you not. I'm not letting you see till I'm done, so sit still and be patient."
Rolling her eyes, Cassia let out a dramatic groan while childishly stomping her feet. "Why can't I see it." She groaned, simply not trusting what Cepheus was doing to her. Taking a couple steps so he stood in front of her, Cepheus raised an eyebrow at her childishness.
"You are 33 years old, what the hell- it don't even matter. What happens next?" He adjusted the dark shades that covered his eyes to look down at Cassia who stared up at him with her pout never leaving. "Oh, we doing this tonight?" He raised an eyebrow, before leaning down to give her multiple soft kisses on her lips.
With one hand on her thigh and the other gripping the back of her chair, he made a gentle trail of kisses from her lips, to her jawline, to her neck. Releasing a breathy moan, Cassia placed a hand on the back of his neck while slightly tilting her head. "Cut the lace." She mumbled, Cepheus immediately standing back straight with a wide smile.
"Thank you, so am I supposed to just-."
"Not with those damn scissors Cepheus, with the razor!" She yelled, stopping him before he could go in and start cutting away while not knowing what he was doing. Releasing a small sigh, Cassia grabbed the razor he needed to hand over to him. "Don't make it too straight and ugly..."
