I scoffed. “Not at all! It was beautiful this morning. This hairdo is lovely. I don’t mind if you wear it during the day. But not at night. Please leave it unbound for me. I love it wild, fanning over my chest, and to be able to slip my fingers through it, unimpeded,” I said in a pleading tone. And I can’t wait to see how much wilder it will get after I’ve made love to you.
