Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
They laid there peacefully for a while, she combing her fingers gently though his hair. Idly, she asked, “Do you think you’ll grow your hair out? It’s getting longer and curlier.”
He yawned and let out a pleasant hum, before kissing at her wrist and shrugging. “What do you think? I’ve never really bothered either way because it’s got a life of its own.”
“As you can see,” she draped a lock of her own hair completely over his head, “I prefer long hair and have no trouble managing it. Maybe grow it out for a while, then cut it back for lacrosse season?”