After Somin finally gets into a prestigious Art university, everything in her life turns upside down. What was once a secure plan to get closer to her boyfriend is now a mess. Her future is unknown, though already stained with heartache.
Will she p...
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Somin and Teho
Somin sat on the edge of a bath, the cold porcelain surface chilled her behind. Yesterday's bloody clothes were thrown under the sink, the mud ones on the pile in a corner.
How come I'm always at the center of the freakiest situations? She thought.
She stared at the half-broken icy blue tiles on the floor, all and all, this whole place was comfortless. Somin's fingers gripped the edge of the tub, stabilizing herself as her body instinctively kept leaning forward.
Teho returned with scissors in hand and stopped for a second to soak up the scene. Somin's exposed pretty pale legs led his eyes to pink panties peeking underneath her long shirt.
I want her so bad, I never felt this kind of need before. Teho realized.
Her nasty hangover gave her no room to feel inappropriate around him and the daring photographer got terribly close.
"I saw this on your table. They aren't the right ones for haircutting, but we don't have anything better." He smiled sweetly with slightly sharp scissors in his hand.
She briefly detected the scent of his body.
Like a sweet black pepper.
Somehow it made her think of pure luxury. Earth-toned, warm like an upcoming fall.
I'm falling deeper for him.
He tenderly grabbed a strain of ruined hair and cut it. The scared girl closed her eyes, daring to slightly lean closer to his torso. Her hands itched with the need to feel his skin under the shirt. To hug his waist, to touch his belly button, bury her nose in it.
Did she sniff me?
Teho couldn't believe it, even with the storming headache he noticed.
She likes me, it's a given. Pink hair was once more slowly falling onto the floor.
"Snip"
Silence.
"Snip"
Silence.
She was focusing on his touch. Firm yet tender, making her mad with lust. This moment was incredibly intimate.
Peaceful and without unnecessary bickering. Only closeness, she needed.
I love to share silence with her. What a beautiful moment. Teho thought, amazed.
He was focusing hard through squinted eyes. Sometimes using the right moment and lightly grazing her lovingly around the cheek, covering the touch with alignment of the hair to her jawline, but leaving it lingering long enough to get suspicious. Checking the length and continuity of the cut. Looking down, seeing behind her loose shirt.
