My fingers brushed through the ends of Doyle's hair, tangling together in the slightly matted locks of his wax applied hair. From the looks of it, it seems he had some trouble applying the hair wax from how some areas of his hair had wax clinging snugly to them.
I smoothed it out, finally making up my mind to go for a confident quiff brush up for his hairstyle. I often thought of giving it a try but decided to keep my appearance simple as I wasn't used to the attention, not to mention how it probably never suited me.
As I glanced downwards at Doyle's face, my self depreciating thoughts grew to a halt and my attention drifted to his long lashes as he blinks and the intimate distance between our bodies. The calm façade I held up till now started to waver as my heart began to race from the thought of his well groomed attire and matching good looks.
