Dating Contract

CHAPTER 175: THE TASTE

He pressed the pump shampoo many times, until his palm was filled with silver-colored liquid.

Slightly looking down, rubbing his hair, his eyes closed. She squeezed, scratched her hair roughly, while she grew increasingly riled up, today has not contacted Lala. Richie's confused what to say.

He pulled the shower faucet. The warm water so fresh shed all the foam from her hair.

He rubbed his face many times.

"Ohhhh." The weight on his head was falling with the fall of the water.

It feels like a long bath, if you don't remember this at Kevin's house.

Grabbing the toothpaste and twisting the white paste out, he pulled the toothbrush full of paste into his mouth while staring at himself at the mirror reflection.

He rubs slowly, Want to feel, quickly have a companion, and he just wants to be with his little friend.

It may be interesting, if everything is lived with the wife. His chest became palpitating, his face flushed red in the mirror reflection. Ah that seems far away.

Gargle and throw it away, repeating three times. Richie put his face in the mirror, looked at his face fixedly.

Will Lala marry me later? Then what about Kevin and his children, I most likely got a hard fight. Not everything seems to be blocking my path. How do I approach, her daughters?

Richie scratched his wet hair. Just this time he felt this loud. Is it hard to be in a relationship?

Winding a large white towel around his waist, sliding the wooden door, the warm room welcomed his bare chest.

Still imagining Lala's smile, she stepped over while wiping her hair with a small white towel.

His movement stopped, squeezing a towel in his hand when he found Kevin was sitting on the edge of the mattress with his head down.

"Hey, you, it's been a while?" Richie stepped past the man in a green T-shirt and long black pants.

"I hear you sing three songs, don't you like a concert in the bathroom." Kevin looked at Richie's muscular back.

"Hummm yeah concert, I love everything about this house." Richie opened the closet, he stared one by one pile of clothes. Then extend your hand to the top shelf right reaching for the core clothes.

"Well, you still keep all my clothes here," Richie said, making Kevin look at Richie who fell down the towel on his innocent body. Richie looks back at Kevin and wears his trousers.

Kevin shook his head with Richie's unchanging habits."Yeah, I know you must be back here."

His t-shirts are still neatly arranged in the bedroom closet, Richie grabbed a blue t-shirt, he wagged and smelled the smell of the sweatshirt.

"Aren't you planning on getting married? you're getting older."

Hearing that Richie stared at the one Kevin looked down at and put the shirt into his head, "That's a good idea," lowered the end of the shirt that was stuck on his back, a little hard to put down.

"Do you not want to feel the taste of life by having a companion..." Kevin's heart throbbed, he couldn't control his mouth. He wants to know more.

"You will not be lonely and there will always be those who bother you with warmth and laughter." Kevin scrunched his forehead.

His heart was like a missile, his head was dizzy and his body trembled imagining the good times first.

"What's like that? sounds beautiful." Richie looked at the white checkered patterned pants, he put his foot in and glanced at Kevin who was silent for a long time. He daydreams again.

"Are you okay?"

Kevin uncovers Richie's hand from his shoulder, still bowed. "Let's eat." Kevin passes, making Richie pensive and then follows Kevin.

Richie stops and steps back to the nightstand, grabs the eavesdropping, visible on the pop screen there is a message from Lala.

"Richie?" Kevin called at the door. Makes Richie put a cell phone in his pants. Ah, what did Lala send a message?

Richie closed the door following Kevin along the hallway. "You published two new talents this month?"

"Yes, they're very potential."

Kevin enters the elevator followed by Richie."When do you want to meet them?"push the number two button and the elevator door closes.

Seeing that, Richie looked at the back of Kevin's bruised and scuffed hand, even though the meeting time was fine. Why is he, actually?

Richie snapped, clarifying his vision. He was convinced of the new wound on Kevin's hand. "Just the day after. When will BG return to acting?"

"She's just faced cancer therapy, we're still waiting for if she's still needed or can be replaced with another player."

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Isla enters the dining room. His eyes widened and the two corners of his lips lifted. It's been two weeks not seeing papa, he's gone faster and a little running. There he found his father with someone he knew.

His steps stopped "Uncle Richie?" Isla came forward again to see the face of the man who only had his broad back.

Kevin gaped at Isla, "why haven't you slept?" she asked Isla when she saw Richie get up from the chair and immediately hold his daughter, making Kevin feel the heat inside his chest with his face bent.

"Uncle why don't you ever play here?" Isla looks up.

Richie looked at Isla, he put away Isla's hair covering her face behind her ears, "uncle is doing a lot of work."

Kevin cleared his throat, made Isla wake up and took off his uncle's arms, he turned his head very sweetly to the papa, approached Kevin and kissed Kevin's left-right cheek. "Papa, Isla's upset, papa's rarely home!" said Isla while embracing Kevin's neck, with a spoiled and childish voice.

"Hum, freelanin, not ashamed of Uncle Richie, you've grown up still like this hum?" Kevin pinched Isla's nose to the left.

"Ahg, pain pahh." Isla scooped up, put Papa's hand away, and sat down agape next to Kevin by stroking his hot nose, she did not want to go far and shifted the chair closer.

Richie smiled wryly. His heart ached, because he had never felt anything like it. Let alone like that, even making love he does not know the taste.

So it's like having a daughter, when someone whines and calls papah? it's so WARM just by looking at it.