"You took your hair down … It sounds so nothing when I say it aloud, but I saw you at your desk, sitting engrossed in work. I watched you for a moment, transfixed by the difference it made. You looked soft and innocent, almost vulnerable, like losing that polished, school mistress hair had made you forget the mask for a second and I knew straight away that I was in danger of having my head f****d over by a girl who didn't seem to want to know me." He kisses me again, more meaningfully this time.
"How could you know that when you barely knew anything about me?" I giggle at him and his earnestness. My racing thoughts calming away as we lay here.
"Because I had come to realize that you didn't trust men. You didn't trust me. There was something about you, a fear about letting me, or any guy,
