For plots sake, let’s say Kevin reallll particular abt his hair n don’t rlly fw nobody bein in his head but u. He won’t even kno what he want done to it, n he don’t care, he jus come to u and leave all that on ya hands cuz he got that trust in u. He love u deep.

This fine day, he want u to do his hair. He let u kno ahead a time to be considerate to u. He come ova n sit right comfy between ya legs, waitin fa u to work yo magic on his head. He zone out a bit, tracin ya thigh w his finger, half listenin to u speak, half lost in thought abt how much he loves you.

“Hm? What u was sayin ma?” He still zoned out thinkin abt how bad he got it fa u.