#Chapter162
/"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 fucked 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.
