𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 ° 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 & 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴

my hair

Tom and I were having a loving conversation on our bed, nothing out of the blue. That's when I decided that I should play with his hair.

The minute my fingers touched his locks, he stop his sentence to look up at me and grin. I look down with and smirk as well. "i can stop?"

I asked him if we wanted me to stop.

"i love it when you play with my hair, so continue"