She could feel some sort of heat trail down her back as his fingers ran along her body, her own hands slipping into the thick strands. She had always loved his hair, even though she had practically ruined it with her hair cut attempt. Well, not his hair but still. It was the same thing. But then she felt something other than the heat down her back and she pulled back from with a gasp, staying still.
She shouldn't like the idea that he was enjoying this as much as it was clear with his body's reaction. But surely their relationship was far too young to contemplate such things. The irrational and hormonal part of her head said no, her logical part said yes.