Irrestible temptation

<span;>Mike and I were in a happy relationship for a year. Everyone thought us a well-matched couple with similar interests and attitude to life. You could say we were meant for each other. And what’s more, he was really good looking. Perfect body, stunning thickly lashed green eyes, chiselled jawline. I saw other girls’ envious glances and felt happy he was mine. There was just one thing about him I couldn’t accept. His hair. It was really long which wasn’t to my taste. I had to admit it was beautiful. Thick, silky and dark. But its length wasn’t suitable for a guy. I was imagining him with decent short hairstyle. I felt like grabbing a pair of scissors and chop it off. And it was the main reason of our occasional arguments. I dropped hints about going to a hair salon but he was deaf to my requests. I even teased him that maybe he’d start wearing animal fur and carry a bow to match his cave dweller look. “Stop it Lily” he begged me. “I told you hundreds of times I wasn’t going to cut it. I like it as it is. It’s a part of my identity. Why should only women be allowed to wear long hair? Why can’t you just take me as I am?” I heard those words all the time. “Oh Mike, please understand.” I was trying to talk to his senses. “It’s actually the only thing I’ve ever asked for. I was really desperate to make him change his mind. But the more I pressed on him, the more he refused. “It’s too much to ask for, Lily.” “Is it really such a big deal?” I was unbending. “It’s just hair.” “No, it’s not just hair. You’re a real pain in the neck yaking it up.” It always ended like that. I desired to run my hand through his sexy short hair. This thought made me feel excited. This excitiment however, took place only in my imagination. I sighed with a heavy heart. Apart from our fights about his hair we were perfectly happy. One day Mike was about to go out. “I’m meeting some friends of mine. Watching the game you know, having some brewskis. Don’t wait for me. I guess I’ll back late.” “Ok, have a good time” I answered. He got back in high spirits. It was probably more than just a few brewskis. He lay down in bed, his long hair brushing against my face. I moved it away. And then suddenly I came up with a devillish idea. “I’ll cut his hair now” I thought. I felt an irrestible temptation to grab scissors and chop all of his locks passionately. This thought made me feel thrilled to bits. I was hesitant at first but that craving was becoming stronger and stronger. I knew he was going to be angry but I didn’t want to think about it then. I hoped he’d take it easy. I made up my mind. “I’ll do it” that wild desire took hold of me. I slipped out of bed quietly and rushed to the bathroom. A minute later I was back with scissors in my hand. Mike was fast asleep but either way I had to be very careful not to wake him up. I took a strand of his long hair with a trembling hand and pressed the scissors on it. It sent shivers down my spine. I was cutting strand after strand until all his hair was gone. I collected it and put in the bin. I got back and waited for the morning to come. There was no way to fall asleep. I was excited and a little nervous about his reaction. Finally, he woke up. At first he wasn’t aware of what had happened. But when he lifted his head from the pillow I knew it was the moment of truth. “What the hell?” He exclaimed. “What the hell is that?” he touched his head in disbelief overwhelmed by panic. “Where’s my hair?” he was wriggling like crazy. “I cut it off” I said weakly. “You did what?” I’d never seen him so furious. He was just livid with rage. Not waiting for my answer, he stormed out of the room and ran to the bathroom to see his reflection in the mirror. “What have you done” I heard him shouting. “How could you do something like that to me?” I followed him on shaky legs. “Mike please, calm down” I was begging. “Calm down?” he was shouting even louder. “Why did you do that?” now he was almost crying. “I…I just wanted you to look good, I thought you’d like it” I stammered out. “I’ll never forgive you. It’s over” his words were echoing in my ears. “Mike, don’t say that” I was trying to tame him. “No, that’s too much. Don’t you see what I look like? ” His hair indeed looked terrible now. I cut it while he was lying so each strand was a different length. “You just need to go to a proffesional to fix it and it’ll look great then.” I was trying to grasp at anything to convince him and save our relationship. But I saw it was too late. His eyes hid despair. He just left without a word. I burst out crying histerically. It was the worst moment of my life. If only I’d had a magical wand to give his hair back to him. “I”ve lost him forever” was my only thought. There was no use talking to him. He moved out and a couple of days later it came to my notice he was living at a friend’s of his. He didn’t answer his mobile either although I called him hundreds of times. I was in despair. But eventually, when he simmered down a little, came to our flat to talk. When he entered I noticed he had been at the barber’s cause his hair was cut perfectly now and looked great. At last it was so wonderfully short. I ached to embrace him and touch it gently. Of course I knew I couldn’t. He wasn’t there so I could play with his hair. “Can we talk about what happened” he started. “I love you, but what you did was so cruel. How could you take a chance to cut my hair while I was sleeping smashed after the party? I’d never thought you’d be able to do anything like that. I know how much you wanted to see me with short hair but how can I trust you again?” I was listening not able to speak for a while and feeling a big lump in my throat. “I’m so sorry” I started softly hoping he’d melt at last. “Now I know how wrong I was” my voice started trembling and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I was gazing at the floor. Looking him in the eyes was too hard. “Lily, look at me please” he said. I didn’t have a choice but to see a mix of dissapointment, anger and sadness on his face. I was craving to embrace him but my body was like a stone. The same stone I left in his heart. “Will you ever forgive me” I asked shakily. He was thinking for a moment and then said “I’m ready to forgive you and give a second chance”, my heart jumped cheerfully at those words, “but…” he was continuing, “There’s one conditon.” “I’ll do all you want” I said with a feeling of gratitude. “I want to cut your hair too.” I looked at him with terror and my heart sank. “I want you to feel what it’s like, then maybe you’ll understand. But take your time and just call me when you’re ready. If you don’t, I’ll know you’re not interested in saving our relationship.” He didn’t say anything more and left. I wanted him to get back, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. But losing my long hair seemed so scary. I wasn’t able to sleep that night and shed a sea of tears. “Oh Mike” I was whispering. In the morning I made my decision. Mike was more important than anything. I had to face the music. I reached out for my mobile and dialed his number. “Yes” he said in a cold voice. “I’ve made up my mind and I want you to cut my hair” I answered. “Ok, I’ll be there” he voice sounded a little softer now. “I miss you so much” I added. “We’ll talk about it later” he said and hung up. When he arrived I didn’t know what to do, what to say. For the first time in my life I felt as if he was a stranger. “Shall we start” he asked. “Yes” I said quietly. “I’ll bring the scissors.” When I sat on a chair my heart was racing. As Mike took the first strand of my hair I closed my eyes. But I knew it was perfectly fair for him to do it. Suddenly a terrible thought struck me. What if he cuts my hair and then leaves me anyway. I felt the wave of heat washing over my body. But Mike wasn’t like that, I was trying to stay calm. He finally pressed the scissors on my hair and I saw it falling to the floor. I was frightened, however at least aware of what was happening contrary to Mike. I was sobbing quietly ready for another chop. He was really gentle however. His warm hands brushing against my neck when touching my hair made me feel a little bit more relaxed. He was cutting it slowly and gently. The sound of the scissors snipping through my hair was the only one you could hear in the room. Several minutes later it was all over. My hair was piling under my feet. Then Mike just held me tight and even smiled softly. “Now I forgive you. I know you fully understood your mistake and I’m ready to forget it.” I was so touched by those words. “I’m really sorry about your hair” I apologized once again. “I’d love to give it back to you.” “That’s all right” he was swaying me gently in his arms. “It’ll grow back anyway.” We both went to the bathroom so I could see my reflection in the mirror. “You know” Mike smiled, “I quite like it. You look really nice.” I got it off my chest. “I just guess you should go the the hair salon to fix it. It was the first time I was cutting someone’s hair and there are many imperfections. He emraced me once more and I touched his short hair for the first time. And then I understood it wasn’t so exciting as I thought. He looked hot but was a different person without his long locks framing his face and cascading down his back. “Mike” I started, “I guess now I liked you more with long hair”. He looked at me amazed. It was a part of him that I brutally took away from him. “Let’s grow our hair back togeher then” he smiled. “I can’t wait to see you with it long again” I smiled back at him. “And if you ever feel like cutting it in the future, just tell me. Some trimming once in a while will do me good” he said gently. That day I felt happier than ever as I learned an important lesson. Our hair was growing slowly back which was the beginning of a new better life together.

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