Last Love | Book 3

Chapter 16

(Josh)

"Okay, stay very still." Jennifer leans over me, brushing my hair down over my forehead and holding it in place. Then she reaches behind me and grabs a towel and spray bottle off the bathroom sink. She wraps the towel around my shoulders like a cape and starts spraying my head with the spray bottle, soaking my hair with water. Water drips down my face and I'm sure it's plenty wet, but she keeps spraying it and brushing it down until it's soaked and dripping into my eyes. "Is all this really necessary? You know you could've just used the razor." She's got my hair all in my eyes. "Yes, but where's the fun in that?" She sets the spray bottle down and I try wiping my hair away from my eyes. "Don't touch it!" She smacks my hand away and brushes it back into my eyes. I sigh, but let her continue working on it. When I agreed to let her play hairdresser I didn't really think it through very well. I watch as little bits of dark hair fall onto the towel, hoping that she's not screwing it up. She stays concentrated, her face right next to mine as she cuts my hair piece by piece until she decides it's short enough. She runs a brush through it again and this time tons of little clumps of hair fall off onto me. I eye the growing pile of hair on my shoulders and chest. It looks like she cut a lot off even though she agreed to just a trim. She brushes through my hair a few more times, then she runs her fingers through it as well. She stares at it for a few seconds, her face serious and then she smiles. "Okay, it looks good." She mumbles, slurring the words together just a bit. Maybe drinking wine first was not a good idea. "Now, lean back so I can wash it." She says, turning on the sink. "Can't I just get in the shower and wash it?" I ask. "No." She frowns. "I want to do it." She brushes some of the hair off my towel and pushes me back. "Okay. Fine." I lean back, so my hair's in the sink. "Is this good?" She nods. "Yes. Stay just like that." She climbs onto the chair too now, putting both of her legs in the space on each side of mine. She leans over me, her chest pressed up against my face, as she rinses my hair. "Hmmm...." This is nice, much more comfortable than the actual hair cutting part. I breath in, smelling the warm floral scent coming off her skin. She rubs soap into my hair and rinses it again. Then she towel drys my hair a little to stop the dripping. "Can you blow dry it too?" I ask, wanting her to stay like this for as long as possible. "I thought you wanted this to be over quickly?" She smirks at me, picking up the blow dryer. "Well, this part I don't mind." I say, wrapping one of my arms around her waist. She turns on the blow dryer and slowly drys my hair, brushing it occasionally. I slide my free hand up the back of her thigh, as she works. "Okay." She turns of the blow dryer. "All done." I can smell the wine on her breath still. She runs her fingers through my hair a few times, smiling at her work. "Alright. Let's see what you've done." I say. I'm almost to scared to look in the mirror, but I slowly turn to the side to check. It doesn't look too bad, but it's definitely not perfect. It's a little too short and very uneven. "Do you like it?" She asks. "Umm.... It's a little uneven but that's okay." I answer, trying to sound optimistic. "I love it." She says, kissing my forehead before running her fingers through my hair again.

I double check to make sure I have everything I need, checking my pockets for the keys an extra time. "I've gotta go now, Jen." It's my first day back at work and I don't want to be late. "Oh. Okay." She appears in the doorway, holding her coffee mug in one hand. "I'm gonna miss you." She says. "I'm gonna miss you too." I pull her in for a hug. "Have fun." I open the door. "I will. See you when I get home." She nods and I quickly walk outside before I'm late.

I've got a few minutes left of my break and I pull out my phone to call Jen, but she doesn't answer. She's probably busy with the kids. I sigh, as I'm walking towards the gym. I love working, but I miss Jen and the kids so much when I'm gone. As I'm walking down the hallway I spot Naomi. She doesn't say anything, but she smiles at me and goes back to reading the paper in her hands. I walk past her quickly so she can't say anything and get back to the gym with a few more minutes of my break left.

I sit in the car, in the school parking lot, and text Jennifer.

Me: I'm off. Do you want me to stop somewhere and get dinner?
She replies within seconds.

Jennifer: I'm cooking.
I take that as a no and start driving back home.

When I get inside the door I immediately smell chicken. I walk into the kitchen to see what she's cooking. "Hey." I greet her, kissing her cheek. "Hey. I'm making grilled chicken and salad. Is that okay?" She looks down at me. "Yep." I set the keys down on the counter. "Oh and there's rolls in the oven too." She adds, just now remembering.

We sit down at the table for dinner, with Ava and Cole in between us. "God, I'm really sorry about your hair. I must've been really drunk." She apologizes, biting down on her lip. "It's fine. Nothing a little trimming can't fix." I smile at her, taking a bite of my salad.  "Okay, well, How was work?" She asks. "It was okay. I'm much happier to be back here with you though." I smile at her, reaching my free hand under the table to hold her's.

A/N: I'm gonna update two times in a row be ready