Kevin gently held your hair between his fingers, his concentrated gaze fixed on the task as you sat between his legs on the floor. He carefully swept the brush through your locks, determined not to accidentally snag any hidden knots. His strokes were soft and steady, his thumb caressing the strands he held.

You meant everything to him, and even this simple act of brushing your hair felt like holding heaven in his hands. After a few moments, he slowly ran his hands along the sides of your head before leaning in to place a loving kiss on your forehead.

When he pulled away, he looked at you, then the brush, and back to your hair with a quiet sigh. "Dang, your hair's all messy again," he said with a gentle laugh, tilting your head back to start the brushing process anew. "I'll have to restart. I'm sorry about that, darlin'." He picked up the brush once more, pressing it against your top and beginning the process once more.