Right when my brunch was ready he came out.
He looks so happy and sexy after taking a shower that I swear I have never seen a man like him. With his hair reaching his waist, the dishevelled guy suddenly resembled a feline prince. Haha, I just realised something absurd. Why not give him a new identity if he is lying to conceal his existence to the extent that he has discovered his lies are no longer effective?
I quickly flung a towel at his hand and spun my fingers around the scissors. I got hold of his hands and held the towel as he sat down at the kitchen table and began to rub his head angrily."Why do you act in this way? Do you and strangers always get along so well?""I am a girl. You see, you're not a stranger to me even if I've never spoken to one before. I can admit that I'm falling for you." My heart was pounding and my ears were starting to get hot as I announced my feelings so openly in front of him even though it was not so true as somewhere I feared him.
"You want to crush me! Young lady, I don't lift my hand on women like that."You duffer!" I spoke, all flustered, when he pulled me closer and said it in his deep voice."Hey, crush that feeling before I force you out of this house.""I was kidding…" _I lied.I then trimmed his smooth hair to his shoulder, matching the jawline. Then, as usual, he had breakfast and another bath.
I got a cab for us and we headed to the market to grab him some clothes because it was already afternoon and the ideal time to escape an unwelcome crowd.
The fact that every article of apparel he wore appeared to be custom-made for him astounded me. Even the girly outfits I made him wear for amusement looked really attractive on him. He was mistaken for a model by many.
Right now, my plan is flawless. We're living together now, so when we got home, I asked him to help me out. I took up the cooking now that he was responsible for cleaning. Since his wounds were treated with an ointment to disguise them, I was curious how he would keep up his phoney identity when they heal.