Falling Angels

Claire's POV
While Andy showered I went to my bathroom to shower and get dressed. Returning to his bathroom, I saw that he was dressed and styling his hair. I stood in the threshold for a moment, marveling at his cuteness. He noticed me and I smiled, joining him at the mirror. Andy stopped me when I reached for the hair dryer. "What?" I asked. "I want to do your hair today." He said. Curious to see how he would style it, I agreed. He spent a few more minutes on his hair then made me sit on the counter. To begin, he tousled my wet hair. It felt heavenly. Then, he slowly brushed it, discreetly caressing my neck. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. Suddenly, a blast of hot air hit my face. I shrieked, then calmed down after I realized that it was just a harmless hair dryer. A giggle escaped my lips, and he joined my laughter. 20 silent (save for the hair dryer), yet still romanic minutes later, my hair was dry. Next, he began to straighten it. Another 20 minutes later, my hair was done. It was so soft and shiny and straight. "I love it." I declared, staring into the mirror with a smile plastered across my face. My eyes met the mirror image of his eyes and I saw that he was smiling too. "Let's go." Andy said, jiggling the car keys.

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