He was sitting on the ground in front of your full body mirror in your room while you were playing with his hair. Your fingers twirling around his soft curls as his braids were no longer there. You’ve been doing the same thing for 20 minutes like you couldn’t get used to feeling his hair without the braids.

he puts his phone down a bit, taking his eyes off it.

“You gon braid it?.. I didn’t say you couldn’t.”