you grinned, brushing the piece of hair back but it simply bounced back into place, “what is with this piece of hair?” you laughed, twirling it around your finger.
he shrugged, “why does it bug you so much?”
“fine Mr. Moody, if you dont want me playing with your hair-” you turned to go but his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back.
“no, i like you fussing. its cute.”