Loving His Forever by LeAnn Ashers

of my butt, and the dead ends are absolutely horrible from not being cut in years.
    “What do you want done today, sweetie?”
    “A cut?” I say timidly. I gnaw on my bottom lip and look at Ethan, who is watching the both of us like a hawk. He’s sitting in a chair beside us, which I’m assuming he brought here from the waiting room.
    “I want it cut to mid-back with layers? With my bangs fanning the side?” I suggest as I look at myself in the mirror.
    He starts spraying and cutting my hair. Ethan never takes his eyes off him, being a little overprotective. I smile at him and close my eyes as hair starts falling.
    “All right, doll, you’re done.” He swings me around so I’m facing the mirror. I gasp at my reflection. My hair hangs around my shoulders and fans around my face. The bangs fan over my forehead down to my ear to blend in the layers.
    “Oh my gosh! I love it!” I squeal and turn to Ethan with a blinding smile.
    “You’re gorgeous, Angel,” he praises
    Blushing, I turn away from him. “Aww, look at that blush. I’m Jason by the way.” He grins and pulls the drape off me. I stand up and admire my reflection again, but instantly feel self-conscious for looking again.
    I turn to Jason to give him my biggest smile. “Thank you!”
    “No biggie, lovely.” He winks and starts to sweep up the hair before turning to me again. “We should hang out sometime.” He glances out of the corner of his eye at Ethan. I look over and see Ethan’s furious expression. I can’t stop the laugh as Ethan wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me away.
    Jason puts his hands up in front of him. He grabs a business card off the counter and hands it to me. “My cell is on here,” he whispers loudly.
    “You better not be fucking poaching on her right in front me,” Ethan snarls and pulls me farther away from the guy. Smiling, I bend my face down to hide my smile.
    “My boyfriend and I are free this Friday,” Jason says through a laugh and grins at the both of us.
    I’m no longer able to hold back my laughter at the irony of it all and Ethan going all caveman on me. Ethan lightens his grip slightly.
    “Come on, Angel, let’s get out of here.” His lips are against my ear. Nodding, I follow behind him, my hand entwined with his. I look over my shoulder and wave at Jason.
    After paying, Ethan all but carries me to the truck, while I laugh under my breath, amused by his antics. I probably look like a rag doll compared to him in height and weight as he carries me around.
    He opens the truck door and sets me in the seat then looks up and sees the grin I’m currently holding on to. He huffs for a second before slamming his lips down onto mine. Shocked, I don’t return the kiss for a few seconds. I close my eyes and hang on for the ride. This kiss is claiming, heated, demanding, and so much more.
    His hands glide down my arms and leave goose bumps in their wake even though it’s over eighty degrees outside.
    He pulls away, and I whisper breathily, “Wow,” as I stare at Ethan, dazed.
    He chuckles at me. “Remember that kiss next time some fucker flirts with you.” He tugs on my chin and shuts my door. My mouth hits the floor, while my eyes follow his movements.
    Noting my shocked expression, he smirks and starts the truck. Blinking, I look out of the window, trying to stop the smile that is trying to creep over my lips. Butterflies swarm in my belly. I feel like a giddy teenager.
    “Is that a blush I see, Angel?” he teases.
    I glare at him as I cross my arms over my chest, and then I blush deeper. He leans over and kisses my cheek. Unable to pretend being mad any longer, I scoot over into the middle seat and entwine our fingers while our hands are resting in my lap.
    “We have dinner at my mom’s tomorrow. You should bring Jessica,” he suggests.
    “Okay, but you need to warn people. She’s, umm, very talkative.”
    “Oh, that’s okay. So is Chase.”
    “Oh goodness,” I groan and lay my head