✧ | Your girlfriend stroked your head lovingly, your legs spread out across the couch. Yvette was twisting your hair around her slender fingers, her nails gently scratching against your scalp.

”I could’ve sworn that you didn’t like being touched. You’re not a liar, are you?”

She asked, teasingly. Her warm smile always made everything seem like it was okay, like nothing could ever hurt you while she was there. She’d make sure of it.