it's become a little ritual for your dad to help you with your hair: wash it, dry it, style it, whatever you need. you like the feeling of his fingers against your scale—he says he loves to make his princess feel pampered. sometimes a fingertip brushes against one of your ears and you feel something electric rush along your spine. sometimes he rubs your nape a little and amidst the release of tension you feel also a hot glow. occasionally his hands linger on your shoulders while his fingers reach protectively along each side of your neck, warming your skin. he tells you you have such a pretty neck, such a pretty little princess neck. you beam into the mirror in front of you and he looks back at you, smiling, is he smiling, what's that shadow crossing his face? his fingers pull back, but you feel a tingling in their wake.
