Dancing Through The Night

Chapter 13 - Cohen

Her hand strives over my hair, hastily pushing down the swim cap. She doesn't bother undoing the knot. It gets tangled around my neck. I think about untying it myself but the moment her fingers roughly pull my hair, I loose myself in the sensation of lust and passion, in her kiss and touch. My hands wander down to her butt. It's a perfect squeeze. I can't get enough of her. She's everywhere. Her hands in my hair, her skin under my palms and pressed tightly against mine, her subtle scent seducing my senses. She smells like summer, like watermelon and beach. Her hand moves down my cheek, the other one still tussling through my locks. Absently, she pulls the cap over my head, freeing me from the unwanted barrier before both her hands are back on my scalp.

I wake up, still feeling the smile, the aftertaste of my dream, on my lips. Looking down, there's another reminder. It was the last time I had been with a woman, the last time anyone has touched my hair. She was obsessed with it. It's been growing back now that chemo is over. It is by far not as long and thick as it used to, but it's there, on my head, and it's an actual haircut. Noone would notice.
Maybe her obsession with my hair has something to do with why I'm not getting lucky in the ladies department anymore. Am I too focused on how much attention she'd given my hair? Maybe. Or maybe I just need to go out instead of dreaming about my last encounter with the opposite sex. After my shift tonight, I will for sure. I'll pick up some groceries from the shop next to the hospital and then I'll go out.