I open my eyes to see what's tickling my face. I know I have long hair and a beard, but I don't usually half choke myself on my own locks. Then I remember. I fell asleep at Emma's after two rounds of, frankly, the best sex of my life. When I turn my head, she's there next to me in the bed. Her red hair is sprawled everywhere. Thick and straight, it has strands of gold, brown, and umber. I can't help myself--I reach out and start to run my fingers through the silk, stroking it and watching ...