He has fluffy hair and cute dimples and his hair is perfect and holy crap I'm ranting. I just like the fact that he lets me touch his hair. And the fact that he's hot. And the fact that his voice makes my ovaries go all over the place. Joking on the last one, but the rest? Hell yes.
It's lunch time and he's sitting with me at my table his head in my lap letting me play with his perfect hair. I glare at his hair and thump his forehead. "Fuck your perfect hair." He jumps up and then glares at me. I laugh and ruffle his hair. "Nooo!" He whines and then glares at me.
He grabs his beanie and shoves it over his hair pouting "no you've lost the privilege to touch my hair." I flip his beanie and he pouts more jutting out his bottom lip. I look down at his lip and then quickly look back up at his pretty eyes. I lean forward...
