Benedito Goncalo Cruz Jones
"Sit down," Ronaldo pushed me onto the black wingback chair by the makeup area, in the bathroom that had a large golden mirror.
"Where's Bobby?" I questioned as he took a small towel and dried my hair for me as I looked up to him curiously.
"He's coming don't stress," he grinned. He took my hair moisturizer, warmed it up in his hands then racked it through my hair with his fingers before he grabbed the hair drier and hair brush. I looked at him hesitantly but he pushed my head slightly forcing me to give into him.
It was not like it was the first time he hair dried my hair because he always used to do it when were younger, but it had been so many years it felt slightly strange and nostalgic at the same time.
