She used a 1-guard.

A 1-guard leaves 1/8 inch of hair behind.

A one-guard leaves one-eighth of an inch of hair behind.

The clippers vibrated on the back on my skull and I fucking loved it. I love it more now, that buzz-cut strip. I loved her hands on my head, tilting it down, slicing a part, cutting through the long hair first. I loved her mouth on my shoulder too, a playful bite, two, three, not so gentle, knowing they’d leave a mark, smiling to think of those little reminders, smaller versions of the gnaw marks on my hip.

I’ll be taking more off, I can feel it already. Maybe at a little barber shop in the mountains next time, but not because I wouldn’t rather it be her again. It’ll be her again, soon enough.