WESTON LOOKED GOOD WITH
HIS LONG HAIR
and there was no denying itwhen hair-dressers closed weston was in a way forced to grow it out - but the confidence boost was worth it , especially whenever you compliment it yourself , or play with it for fun
and right now was one of those moments where you did so , combing your fingers between the strands of silk-like strands.you looked down at him peacefully , his head on your chest rising up and falling down as you breathed underneath him.
weston stirred around slightly and pulled himself up slightly , his pressing against your neck instead of your chest.
as he got comfortable again, you felt him inhale calmly as you softly moved your hair from the base of his neck back up to his head.he stilled for a moment when you moved your hands back up to his hair, one hand holding the exposed cheek of his face , and the other alternating between squeezing the nape of his neck gently to scratching up the back of his head and across his scalp
feeling him shiver when you scratched his hairline you laughed out a sarcastic comment ''that feel good wes?''
exhaling he nodded and mumbled a small 'yea' into your neck you smiled softly down at him , and pushed the hair that fell onto his face back and rubbed your thumb softly back and forth across his cheek
''feel like a baby'' he mumbled once more , before tightening his grip on you , and falling asleep