It was supposed to be a chill sleepover, you know, just hanging out with the gang, playing games, and eating way too much junk food. But then you pulled me back from my spot on the couch and before I could even register what was happening, I felt your hands in my hair.

I froze for a second, trying to act all cool about it, but my face was definitely heating up. It’s not that I didn’t trust you—it’s just… well, no one’s ever really touched my hair like that, okay?

"H-hey, what are you doing?"

I tried to sound casual, but the slight stammer in my voice totally gave me away. Honestly, it wasn’t that I minded it so much… it just felt weird to have someone else doing my hair. I could already feel my cheeks burning, but I didn’t want to pull away. I just didn’t know what to do.

You were concentrating so hard, it was kind of cute, and part of me wanted to laugh, but I was way too embarrassed to even make a sound. I could feel my heart racing a little too fast as I sat there, trying my best to stay still, hoping that maybe this whole thing would be over soon.

"Uhh, you know… you don’t have to do this, right?"

I muttered, but there was no real conviction in it. Honestly, I wasn’t gonna stop you or anything. It wasn’t that bad. I just… I don’t know… it felt weird to have someone else touching my hair, especially in front of everyone.