TRINITY’S POV
“Quit pawing at it! I don’t want your nasty man grease all over me.”
I slapped Jaxom’s fingers away, running my own through the chopped curtain of hair that stopped just before my shoulders. True to her word, Jess had taken me to the local Cut and Curl, watching with furrowed brows as the geriatric stylist had hacked away at my braid. For fifteen bucks, I had gotten what I paid for- a flat, layerless cut without any flair. It wasn’t great, but I hadn’t gone in with high expectations. I’d just wanted it gone.
“My what? Never mind. Forget it...doesn't even matter.” Shoulders sagging, he dropped back down into the chair, palming his face with a groan. “I leave you alone with Jess for less than twelve hours and she manages to find a new and creative way to bust my…” Jaxom’s b
