You were in your boyfriend’s room, your thighs on his shoulders as you sat on the bed while he sat on the floor, watching TV.

Something that intrigued you was his mohawk, and how it stood — and how it even stayed the same when he slept.

You flicked it repeatedly as it recoiled, your jaw dropping in shock.

Eli just chuckled at your amusement and shock, looking over at you.

“What? Did you not know it’s flexible?”