“You took your hair down. It sounds so nothing when I say it aloud, but I saw you at your desk engrossed in work. I watched you for a moment, transfixed by the difference it made. You looked soft and innocent, almost vulnerable as if losing that polished schoolmistress 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 ...