" He pulled out the length of cord holding his hair back.
She stroked her fingers over his head, some of his hair spilling across the backs of her hands. "Someone should fuss over you," she murmured. His head was almost in her lap. The cool length tempted her to run her fingers through it and tug him closer. "

― Ainsley Wynter , Kissed at Midnight (The Lost Royals Book 1)