Temah Amoah's POV.

"Temah, are you sure about this?" Curtis asks me, skepticism flooding his face.

"Yes, Curtis" I'm sure, I say, nails gripping my seat as I take deep breaths.

"Did you tell Doug?" He asks, raising a brow.

I give him a small smile.

"It's a surprise" I respond and Curtis' eyes widen.

"What, are you trying to get me killed?! Is that it?" Curtis asks sarcastically, but I can see underneath that he's actually a little fearful.

"Boy, if you don't shut up and just give that girl a haircut, I'm gonna kick yo' ass! Damn! She done told you it's what she wants!" Timothy, Curtis dad, finally exclaims.

People standing around the barbershop murmur and chuckle in agreement.

It's a couple of days until my trip to London with Douglas, and I want to switch up my style a little.

That means new clothes and new hair.

"I, for one, think it's gonna look stupid!" Gemini, my cousin exclaims, excessively.

"Girl, shut up! Ain't nobody ask fo' yo' gotdamn opinion, shit!" Khaden scowls, rolling his eyes, making people cackle with laughter.

"Shit, am I late?!" Gideon asks, bursting through the door.

"Nigga, she's getting a haircut, not poppin' a baby, chill!" Kofi responds and Afia chuckles.

"Curtis, just cut my hair!" I exclaim, bursting with nerves.

I've never cut my hair this short before and I'm anxious to see how it turns out.

Curtis nods and everyone goes quiet.

He picks up the scissors and parts my hair, grabbing a handful and I hear the scissors open and snap shut over my head.

"Shitt!" Kianna gasps and Aleya nudges her, telling her to shut up.

Curtis cuts and cuts again and again, clumps of my kinky black hair falling to the ground around me, my head starting to feel lighter.

Curtis puts a hand over my ear gently to protect it, and runs the scissors over the tiny spaces in between.

And then he picks up the electric razor.

"You good?" He asks. 

I take a deep breath and nod.

"I'm good. Go ahead" I say.

He nods and tilts my head forward so that he can start from the back, and work his way to the top.

I feel the razor touch scalp and it's then that I really realise that there is actually no going back.

Shit!

"Tems." Curtís says, looking down at me, while I'm still seated.

"Yes?" I ask.

"You're dome" he says simply.

He has a big grin on his face and I look around, gauging the reaction of the people around me.

They all look shocked, some of them just waiting on my reaction.

"You ready to see?" He asks.

I take another deep breath, and nod my head yes, not trusting myself to speak.

"Igh. 3... 2... 1!" He counts down, before flipping my chair and letting me catch sight of myself in the mirror.

^^ Temah's new hair.

I immediately gasp at the sight and a huge grin splits my face.

"I love it!" I exclaim and the whole shop, bursts out with excitement, some of them taking out their phones to show their social media, my cut and the others complimenting me like crazy!

"You look beautiful! My sisters say.

"Damn, sis! You look good" my brothers say, brushing their hands on the back of my head gently.

I turn to Curtís and give him a hug.

"Thank you, CJ." I tell him.

"It's Igh. Just make sure you take a shower as soon as you get home to dust of the last bits of hair. You already know bout this though" he says.

I nod and make sure he takes the bills that I hand him, putting them in his pocket and when I'm done socialising a bit more I make my way to Douglas' house to clean up since I have more clean clothes there, than in my apartment.

And he said something earlier about going to do the shopping that he clearly hates, because he gave Rita, the go ahead to get to England a couple of days ahead of us for final preparations.

So by the time I get home, he won't even be home yet.

So it will really be a surprise!

I can't wait to see what he thinks.

                                  ***

I step out of the shower, feeling refreshed!

All of the excess hair is off my skin and I run a hand, once again over my hair and I grin.

I really like this style a lot!

I dry off and oil myself down, before putting on a pair of basketball shorts as well as one of his jerseys.

I hear the front door open and close, and I hear footsteps.

Just in time.

"Baby!" I'm home!" He says.

I continue walking in his direction, my heart pounding, my blood rushing to my ears.

"I know you wanted new clothes, but I didn't know the style, so I just bought a bit of everything!" He says.

I walk into the kitchen, where he is unpacking some food and his back is to me.

"Baby, I saw your car outside, so I know you're here!" He yells, thinking I'm further away.

"Temah, where are y- -!" He starts, whirling around to come and find me, but he stops short, eyes immediately moving to my head.

"Temah!" He gasps, hands over his mouth.

"What do you think?" I ask shyly.

He drops his arms and in less than 3 long strides, he is in front of me, with his arms wrapped around me tightly.

"You look beautiful!" He tells me, pulling away, and taking my face in his huge hands.

He turns my face this way and that to get a better look.

"Fuck" he mutters under his breath, eyes trailing down my face.

"What?" I ask with a giggle.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you look, like this?" He asks, thumbs dragging light circles on my jaw, then my neck.

He then let's a free hand, roam the length of my face, tracing the outlines of my thick lips as he bites his own lip, as if wondering what to do with me.

I look away, but he isn't having it.

"Nah, look at me" he says.

His voice is gravelly with want.

I look at him, my eyes bore into his.

He leans forward and plants a soft kiss on my lips.

I kiss him back, lightly and he bites my lip, making me gasp aloud.

He chuckles at my reaction, hands at my hips, pulling me closer.

I wrap my arms around his neck and trail my fingers down his neck and he shivers.

I pull away first and look at him.

His eyes are slightly hooded and his eyes have darkened considerably.

"You smell good" he tells me.

I smile up at him.

"Yeah I just got out of the shower." I tell him.

"Yeah?" He asks and I nod.

"I guess I'll come home earlier next time" he says with a shrug and a small grin as he pulls away.

He grabs my hand and pulls me with him to the couch, abandoning the shopping for later.

We lay on the couch and he continues to trail his fingers in my hair.

"I love you, you know that?" He asks.

I nod.

"I love you too baby" I say, snuggling into his neck.

He grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes hard, slightly shifting the basketball shorts upwards.

He slips a finger into my underwear, his knuckles over my opening.

I give him a dangerous look.

I lick my lips and his eyes move to them, before they go back to my eyes and he presses harder, making me gasp aloud.

He chuckles loudly and continues, teasing and gently massaging me until my eyes flutter shut.

And then he stops.

I groan, frustrated, but I feel my eyelids droop closed once again.

I lay my head on Douglas' chest, hearing his heart beating under me.

He strokes my hair, massaging the base of my scalp.

"Get some rest, sweetheart" he says.

I nod and cuddle him some more as my mind slips into dreams about our next trip.

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Hey all!

What did you think of this one?

What do you think will happen next?

Also! Since we're talking about hair journeys... you guys wanna see how much my hair has grown???

~ Xo.