You loved Sam’s hair. Sometimes loved was an understatement, you adored it. He would always let you play with his hair because he enjoyed the feeling. Now, you were sat behind him on a chair, him sat on the floor and you were playing with his hair again. But this time, when you accidentally pulled a little when you dragged your fingers through, his breath hitched and he let out a small groan.

“I- it hurt a little.”

he stutters to cover it up, his face bright red. It was adorable, really.