"What Ima do withchu?" He moved a strand of hair from her face and smoothed it into the rest.
"Ho-race." She called out to him and found herself in his arms as he played with her hair again.
"You just wanna call me that." He said as he kept his fingers in her hair, venturing to her scalp.
"No, not true either way you say it, it's still whore." She giggled at her joke. Swatting at his hand as he was now giving her a massage with both hands in her hair.
The two were facing each other, and he turned her toward him, giving himself the opportunity to look at her face as he caressed her skin. He knew it was the scalp, but it was still skin, too. She was just so soft to him. He hadn't realized how close he had gotten, but he just couldn't help himself.
Her calls of his name were left unheard as he kept applying slight pressure. He couldn't get enough of her. Her futile grip on his arms to his wrists as he pulled her incredibly close.
"Hor- Horace, I need to go home!" Her small shout toward the end of her sentence got his attention, and he slowly slid his arms out of her hair and backed away, leaning on the wall behind his seat. He watched as she stood after gathering her books. When she walked over to the door and began putting her shoes back on, he attacked her.
He hugged her from behind, smelling her and rubbing his face against the soft skin on her shoulder as her sweater shifted upon embrace. She wiggled away from him, but he didn't stop closing her in the corner by the door. His body pressed against her as his hands came on either side of her,
"What Ima do withchu?"
