Haphephobia: the fear of being touched.
Blake, a second-year Psychology student, hadn't ever heard of such a phobia, until the day he was hired as a guide for Dean, the heir of a rich family.
Even though Dean had the appearance and behaviour of a ge...
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- Quit touching stuff with gloves on. – Adam told him as soon as he entered the laboratory carrying a tray with material in it. – Are you seriously taking a selfie right now?
Collin ignored the incredulous tone, continuing to analyse his image on the screen, moving his head to various angles.
– Relax, I've already done everything you told me to and the glove's already torn anyway.
– Why do your gloves never last?
– Doesn't matter. – with a last glance at the screen, he locked it before turning on his heels. – Do you think I would look good blonde?
Adam didn't bother looking at him, taking the used material from the tray to the plastic tray reserved for it.
– It would suit your personality.
– Are you calling me dumb?
– That's just a fact, your hair has nothing to do with it.
Giving a use to the damaged glove, he took it off in one go and chucked it at Adam. The piece of latex hit the supervisor's arm, falling limp on the ground. Adam glanced down at it with a satisfied expression that quickly went neutral once his eyes returned to Collin.
- Why do you ask?
- I'm going to my aunt's salon today and I was considering changing it up a bit.
- Won't it be too drastic of a change?
- To me? Not even close. – Collin slid his phone in the lab coat's pocket, approaching Adam to pick up the glove. – I've done silver, pink, rose-gold, purple...
- How are you not bald?
- Good genes and hair products.
Resting his lower back against the balcony, he leaned to the side, obstructing Adam's view, which earned an eye-roll. He ignored it, showing a smile.
- So, do you think I should dye it?
- Why are you asking me? It's your hair.
Collin's grin turned into a frown. Armed with a pout, he extended a hand, holding onto Adam's sleeve before he could step away.
- Because I want to know your opinion. – he tugged at the fabric, giving a glance from beneath his lashes for added effect. – What if I do it and then I don't look good?
