“Have I ever told you that I hate when you wear your hair up?” I pull back, my eyebrows lifting to my hairline. “Sage specifically said this kind of dress was made for updos. How else was I supposed to show off the back?” His fingers work their way up my spine, touching the buttons along the way until he meets the nape of my neck. I feel him searching for all the pins holding my curls up, pulling them out one by one. “No dress is worth hiding these away.”
