I still could saw droplets that drippped from the tip of his wet hair started to fall on his shoulders. Every time he washed it, he never dried it up properly.
He just got out from bathroom and smiled at me who was sitting on the bed, reading a magazine I bought this afternoon.
Even from distance, I could smell the scent of citrus and mint from the shampoo he used, also musk and cinnamons from his brand of body soap.
"You're still wet." I said.
He looked at me. "Really?" He runs his fingers through his hair and droplets were dripped on to our carpet.
I closed my magazine and put it on bedside table before stood up. I marched to the bathroom, take a clean towel and approaching him. "Sit down, please." I demanded, cause he's way taller than me and I couldn't dried his hair when he stood up.
He sat on a chair towards my dresser, I put the towel on his head and rubbed it gently to his hair, I saw him through the mirror, that lips curled up to a smile.
"You know it's winter outside, you should dry your hair properly if you don't want catch a cold." I nagged.
This isn't the first time he did that.
He smiled ar me, my kind and always be my favorite smile. "I did it on purpose, I know you'll dry these up."
I chuckle. "I'm not your hairstylish."
"Ah?" He faced me and smiled again. "But you are always be my favorite hairstylish."
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So, I'm temporarily back to write this very short story for you cause I love that man so much 😍😍😍😍
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REDS || LIVERPOOL FC'S IMAGINES
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