Sometimes men don't speak out loud, but their skin speaks for them.
When my fingers slid through his hair, I saw how the line of his neck tensed. How his breath caught.
"Do you always touch like this?" he asked. His voice was low. Ingratiating. Too calm to be safe.
I smiled.
"Only to those who deserve it."
He laughed. And then he fell silent. I felt his gaze in the mirror - as if he wanted to know what else I could do with my hands.
And you know what? I love moments like these. Where everything seems innocent, but every gesture is electrifying. Where you don't need to take off your clothes to be naked.
I'm Varvara. A hair extension specialist, yes. But I'm also a girl whose touch stays in your head. For a long time.
Want to try?