i ask for the widest-toothed comb he has , and he digs in the cupboard beneath the sink while i watch him out of the corner of my eye , barely noticing the way his powerful shoulders roll beneath his flannel shirt , or his faded jeans with the frayed back pockets , definitely paying no attention to the roundness of his butt inside those jeans , totally ignoring the way my earlobes burn like fire beneath the lukewarm water dripping from my hair .