Billie Bob Taylor
Big Man was fast asleep next to me. His hair had escaped from his little man bun sometime during the night and was now cast all over his pillow. His hair had grown a lot in these past eight months him and I had been dating, that it now reached his middle back.
My finger naturally gravitated to it. I loved the feeling of how silky it felt and his spicy shampoo and conditioner scent. Normally by 8am we were both up and ready to conquer the world but after yesterday's car show I had a feeling he would need a massive recharge again before going to work.
Yesterday we spent the entire Saturday with his friends at the German car show and it was great fun. I was starting to grow more comfortable with them. We of course did not have much in common from the get go, they grew up rich, I did not, they were billionaires, and I was Billie Bob.
