Without thinking, I reach out and twirl my finger around a piece of her hair. Her eyes drop closed, and she makes no move to stop me, so I run my fingers through the soft strands, gently playing with her hair. “Mmm,” she murmurs. “Keep doing that, please.” Not that I had any intention of stopping. So I continue dragging my fingers gently over her scalp, scooting my body just an inch—okay, three—closer to her.
My heart
