Your boyfriends hair was always soft, it was always smooth… you loved to play with it. It was just… it was soothing.

present day

You would sit on your bed, on your stomach and your elbows proping you up. When you turn around; you see Andrew.

“Babe… can you play with my hair?” Hm, he sounded… desperate, maybe he just wanted you to play with it, anyway you would sit him down and play with his hair. Running your fingers through it softly…