Mesmerized

Hair

Her hair is, in one word, amazing.

He loves looking at it, likes playing with the ones at the nape of her neck and likes watching her as she twirls a strand around one of her fingers in class.

He loves it when it's in an up-do, when it's down, in braids, or in Bantu knots. In any style really, because just as with her clothing, he doesn't think that Charlotte could look bad in any hairstyle.

But what he loves the most about her hair is the fact that some of the deepest and chillest conversations that they've ever had, took place when he'd been helping her style it.

It usually happens during a weekend when crime is low and he's allowed to leave Junk N' Stuff early. He would go over to her house, talk to her mom (who, just like her daughter, is amazing), before moving towards Charlotte's' room. There, he would situate himself on her bed and she would sit on the floor in between his legs.

From then on, they would rant about anything that has been bothering them and just talk about anything and everything as he helps her twist her hair. He parts and twists tiny sections of it while she talks, his fingers moving with an expertise and nimbleness of someone who's been doing it for years (which is true because both he and Jasper have been doing this for years).

Those moments to him are an explosion of feelings and stimuli. From the texture of her hair between his fingers, to the smell of the hair products, her head against his thigh when she lays it down so he can reach the sides better, and the soft melodic lull of her voice as she talks to him.

It's comfortable. And it usually gives him a feeling of peace. A feeling which he's rarely granted with considering how chaotic his life can be.

So each and every one of those occasions become some of the moments that he knows that he'll appreciate and treasure for the rest of his life.

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Tbc.