Teensexmovs — Curly

They met during a summer thunderstorm. Maya was sprinting toward her car, a jacket held over her head to protect a fresh blowout. She tripped, her jacket flew, and within seconds, the Oakhaven humidity hit her hair like a heavy blanket.

"Need a hand?" Leo asked, stepping out from under a greenhouse awning. He wasn't looking at her ruined hairstyle with the pity Julian usually did. He was looking at the way her hair was beginning to expand into a magnificent, gravity-defying halo of ringlets. teensexmovs curly

"Actually," Leo said, leaning against the doorframe, "you look like you're finally breathing. Why fight the curve? The most beautiful paths are the ones that loop back on themselves." They met during a summer thunderstorm