CW// Caleb is quite cultured with black women hair lmao
Caleb loves seeing you do your hair
Caleb loves watching you. He loves your micro expressions, he loves the way you put on your lip gloss, he loves the way your accent slips out when speaking too quickly. So when he watches you take down your faux locs for wash day he is completely enamored by you.
“You missed one.” He carefully grabs the dangling piece from the back of your head to wrap around your shoulder for you to see, smiling back at him you grab the scissors to cut, but he flinches almost.
“How are you so sure your hair isn’t getting chopped off, pipsqueak?”
“Because I’m a pro at this, “ you retort smuggly through the mirror making him chuckle, “Just like how you’re a pro with washing my hair.”
And he is, he knows exactly what products works best with your hair and his fingers work like magic.
Aaaaaand it may or may not be true Caleb gets a kick out of seeing your eyes roll back when he scratches a specific area on your head.
You’ve moaned his name a few times too and he may or may not be turned on by it, but that’s for another discussion.
He smiles at you, patting your head before he gets up to grab your products and a towel, “Shall I get the water ready for you, madam?”
“What are we doing after, braids? Cornrows? Twists?” He hollers from down the hall, you smirk undoing the last loc before giving your head a good scratch.
Caleb does an exaggerated hum, “Fulani braids?”
“Boy…the hell you know about Fulani, and it’s FOO-lani not FLU-lani.” You question your best friend while you cross your arms at the door. He just chuckles and shrugs
“You’ve had ‘em before. And you looked gorgeous with them. Plus the little gold jewelry made you.” He pokes your nose before behind down to your eye level. “A goddess.”
“Mmhm.” You playfully push him to the side to get ready for your wash, absolutely feeling his eyes glued to your ass as you walk. “Bet not be talking to other women about hairstyles.”
“Miss. Y/n…are you jealous? I mean if I were?”
