First, we have to talk about the hands. In a salon setting, fingers are tools of the trade. They hold scissors, file nails, massage scalps, and apply color with mathematical precision. But when the lights dim and the last customer leaves, those same fingers become weapons of intimacy.
“Right now,” he said, bringing his hand closer, so close that his fingertips hovered an inch from her collarbone, “we’re just two people. In a locked room. And you’re crazy over them.” First, we have to talk about the hands
Taro didn't pull away. Instead, he squeezed Kaito's hand gently. "We'll figure it out," he whispered. ” he said