Dawn Granger

[She is encouraging it, even though she knows she shouldn't, just like she knows she shouldn't touch him like this and yet she can't stop herself from lifting a hand up to then plunge it into his dark hair. She runs her hand through it gently at first, tentatively, enjoying how thick and soft his curls feel against her fingers. But soon she digs her hand in deeper, touching his scalp and pressing her fingers against it with more pressure, massaging it.]