He groaned. "Don't stop."
I was shocked so I asked. "Huh?"
He closed his eyes and put my hand back on his hair. "Don't stop."
I blinked, it was hard to believe what I heard. Did I have a hearing problem or did Mr Lawson just say "dont stop"?
I slowly continued, moving my fingers into his hair and rubbing it gently. I loved how it felt against my fingers. We stared at each other as I ruffled his hair. I flickered my eyes, avoiding his stare. I felt self conscious because I was aware he was looking at me. I dropped my hand and turned away.
It felt like I was in slow motion as the napkin fell from my hands and my feet slid down the wet floor. I reached out to Mr Lawson as I fell. He sat up and grabbed my hands, but it was too late. My body hit the tiled floor and he landed on top of me.
