Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
“As you can see,” she draped a lock of her own hair completely over his head, “I prefer long hair and have no trouble managing it. Maybe grow it out for a while, then cut it back for lacrosse season?”
He laughed aloud and reached to play with her hair, squirming against her as he nodded with agreement. “I can do that — although I won’t let it get to your length! With my curls, that’d be chaos!”
She poked him. “It took me ten years to get it this long. You don’t have that kind of patience! Anyway I love your curls.”