I'm sore again, this is not a statement but a fact, a fact of me taunting my husband, now I know why he told me no… but I don't regret it I love every bit of it both subtle and rough, it was HIM and it was all I want and I accept nothing him.
And I can't believe this is happening right now, I was giggly and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. With itchy hands I reached for the comb on the nightstand and went on my knees on the bed.
"There is no need to do this Ava, my hair doesn't get tangled naturally"
I completely ignored him as I settled my desires, using the comb to go through his hair, dear gods! It went through so easily! He was right, there was not a spot out of place, it was just perfect!
"I love your hair" I mumbled, getting lost in the texture of it, running the comb through it, loving how soft and straight it fell, like a series of threads.
"Thank you" I heard William and I smiled.
