sunday morning

In the shower I wait till he puts conditioner in his hair before sinking my fingers in, thinking of teddy boys. He makes the face but lets me have my way. I slick the sides back and mold a DA at the nape of his neck. I attempt a curl over his forehead, but the weight of the conditioner makes it flop against his wet skin. I grin, hold him by the chin and turn his head from side to side. He blushes; I groan. "You would be so sexy as a greaser!" He shakes his hair loose and steps under the water.