It was the middle of March, the spring seemed to creep in slowly, for the chilly air from winter still bit at one's cheeks.
The day wasn't the only thing affecting the mood but the fact that today would mark everyone's last day in France.
Andrew and Desmond cuddled underneath the blankets of their hotel's queen sized bed.
Andrew hadn't felt this cared for and non chalant about life in a while.
This feeling of intimacy took him right back to the highschool days when both made due of Desmond's mum's rugged couch that smelt of damp rain and air freshener while destroying their eyes with their 20inch TV that had to be hit twice to load the contents.
Desmond had never felt more content, the feeling of warmth never subsided when Andrew was beside him and well on top of him if you will.
"A- asparagus" Desmond muttered into Andrew's hair. Andrew raised a brow while widening his eyes. "You're right actually" he replied as he traced the word on the crossword puzzle.
The hotel room was silent, minutes would pass and mostly nothing would be said except for the occasional word guessing.
"Baby, should I get a buzz cut?" Desmond spoke out, breaking the silence and Andrew's focus.
He raised his head from Desmond's chest before staring him down.
"You do that and I shave off my wolf cut and go bald" Desmond's facial expression morphed between several emotions that didn't speak well to that statement.
"Yknow what, nevermind" Desmond whispered to himself before placing a kiss on Andrew's lips.
"Speaking of hair.., can I braid your hair" Andrew said batting his eyelashes flamboyantly. Desmond had no opposition towards the idea, he just had a very sensitive scalp and hair that had never been tampered with before except for the excessive use of olive oil ,Shea butter, and African black soap.
"Do you promise to be gentle" Andrew vigorously nodded to the point of detachment.
"I'll tell you a story while you do it" Desmond said as he slid unto the rugged floor. Andrew stood up from the bed, grabbing a comb, picking comb, a jar of Shea butter and a nylon of cowries.
Andrew eyed the cowries curiously, Desmond spotted his confusion and replied
"They're like beads, the bottom and the top have holes that the hair goes through"
Andrew let out a gasp once he discovered them.
He walked towards Desmond, dropping the items on the floor beside him. He sat, his legs enveloping Desmond while desmond's hair laid comfortably on his chest.
Andrew had taken to consideration the fact that Desmond had always had a sensitive scalp and combed his hair lightly backwards from his scalp.
Desmond let out little whimpers, still not used to someone handling his hair.
Once all of desmond's hair had been pushed back, Andrew used the picking comb to create parts of his hair for twisting.
"My mom used to sit me down like this and make a fresh set of cornrows for me while sharnell made tomato stew. " Andrew smiled imagining young Desmond squirming while his mother made his hair.
"What happened to you're mom?" Andrew asked, confused as to why he didn't ever mention her very much.
Desmond went quiet to the point that Andrew suspected he had fallen asleep.
"Nothing, we just don't talk as much, she supported my dad in sending her daughter to that hellhouse"
Everything started to click, the interview question, Andrew didn't let his newfound curiousity show, this was for Desmond to open up not for him to force it out of him
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FanfictionAndrew seems to be having problems, not normal scratch you're head problems, noo its different, the one person he doesnt want back in his life is back and andrew is trying his best not to fall for his scheme again, will he?
