With his voice in her ears, his arms completely enclosing her, she was able to come to a decision, stilling the whirl of thoughts in her mind. Summer slipped free and took his hand once again, tugging him after her to the alcove where she slept. “Nothing you do not want,” she told him, “but I want this.” Pulling him close, she sat down, and began to unbind her hair. Loosened, it spilled over her lap in a great coppery pile.
The knight watched as her hair fell over her lap, a soft smile dancing around his lips. “As much as I would love to, not tonight,” he tells her, stepping forward and running his hand through her hair. “Tomorrow night.”
“You said you would stay with me,” she reminded him, warmth in her eyes. “Stay, and hold me. That’s all.” Her smile deepened when he caressed her hair. “Stay, and play with my hair, Sir Knight.”