She grins back at me and then suddenly she’s kneeling above me, straddling me. Not exactly sure how that happened, but I’m not opposed to it. She leans over and kisses me, and I reach up into her hair and kiss her back hard. We’re both out of breath when we pull apart. She still looks happy, though. Her hair’s a mess, but some of it’s still tied up. “Will you take your hair down for me, sweetheart?” I suddenly want to ask. “And keep doing…whatever you like.” Not that I need to tell her that. It’s her bed, and I’m in it to do what she wants. And it’s not like she isn’t sitting right next to evidence that I like what she’s done so far.