He hadn't washed his hair for two days, and after being on the bike and sleeping outside and everything, it was a mess. It hung in ringlets around his face, and though he put a hand through it, it fell right back where it was.
He adjusted his posture as Candy moved into his lap. The skirt tickled his thighs, and he growled that growl in response. He kissed her just as hard as she kissed him, and the force of it had his eyes fluttering.
One of his hands drifted to the back of her neck, fingers scritching at her hair, where it broke off into the pony tails. His other hand dropped to the point of their bodies joined together, to feel the friction of the movement.