Chapter 36
"I don't wanna go back to work," I groaned, getting dressed after my shower.
"Can I do your hair?" Gardenia questioned, ignoring my complaints.
"Can't I just tell your mum my ribs still hurt?" I questioned, and she rolled her eyes.
"You've had two weeks off so far, and your ribs haven't hurt you all week," she pointed out. "I would know."
I chuckled at her suggestive tone. "Which reminds me, do you sell condoms at your shop?"
She threw a pillow at me, and I sat down on the bed next to her, returning said pillow.
"But seriously, we were lucky to find three condoms in here. I don't think we'll find anymore."
"Aisle two," she smirked, referring to where I could find the condoms in her mum's shop. She ducked her head down so the pillow covered her grin.
"Can you button my shirt?" I smiled down at her, and she jokingly huffed before doing so. She was much better at it than I was, efficiently securing my shirt shut in half the amount of time. Now that may be because she refuses to button it up all of the way, but still.
"You're so useless," she sighed. "Now I get to do your hair."
Once she was finished, she stood up on her knees behind me, messing with my hair.
"I was supposed to leave five minutes ago, babe," I murmured, but I didn't move. Her fingers playing with my hair actually felt really nice, and I knew I wouldn't be late, as we didn't live too far from the shop. I sighed, "Make it look nice."
"Your hair is going to be longer than mine, at this rate," she commented, and I winced as she pulled a little too harshly on one strand.
"Do you have any elastics?" She asked, and I frowned.
"What do you mean? Like hair ties?"
"Yeah, but like the rubber band ones, you know?"
"No, Gardenia. What do you take me for?"
"Just asking," she sighed. "You have regular ones, then?"
"Yeah, in that little box thing over there," I stated, and she made me get up so we could maneuver ourselves over there. It was quite difficult, since she was significantly shorter than me and had to keep a tight hold on my hair.
She secured the bit of my hair, then began working on the other side.
When she was finished, she handed me the camera on my phone, and I saw the braids she had done.
"Gardenia, I'm not going to work like this." I had to meet my new fellow employee, and there was no way I would show up with my hair in plaits.
She giggled, "I know, that was a mock hair style."
Gardenia undid the braids, running her fingers through my hair before tousling it.
"Damn, your hair dries fast, what the hell?" She mumbled, still playing with my hair.
"I hate to screw up your fun, but I really have to go," I reminded her, and she sighed, mussing it all up with her hands.
"There isn't much to do with your hair anyways. Want a man bun?"
"I don't mind," I smiled, and she got to work, collecting all of my hair and putting it in a bun at the back of my head. "Thank you," I kissed her lips.
"Yup. Expect more tonight, that was fun," she grinned happily, smacking my butt gently as I stood up.
"Alright. I love you, have a good day."
