Eventually, he kisses my neck and says, “All done.” I run a hand along the back of my head, then swivel around to face him. “You braided my hair?” He grins. I get up off the bed and go over to the mirror. Not just a braid. A French braid. “How?” I ask. “Is this some sort of kink?” His body shakes with silent laughter. “Not that I’m aware of.”
