He had the most luscious, silky, shiny hair with the sluttiest waist and most fitting and thick bangs, you were almost jealous. As a man, he was goals for a woman.

While he was working on his computer as usual, you went behind him and started observing his long hair, caressing his black locks between your fingers.

He got sligthly flustered as you distracted him from typing in his laptop. "What the hell are you doing?" He asks in a slightly irritated tone, masking his flustered reaction.