" Emerging from beneath Merripen’s coat, Win took one look at him and began to gasp with laughter. White down had covered his black hair and clung to his clothes like new-fallen snow. Merripen’s expression of concern changed to a scowl. “I was going to ask if you had breathed any of the feather dust,” he said. “But judging from all the noise you’re making, your lungs seem quite clear.” Win couldn’t reply; she was laughing too hard. As Merripen raked his hand through the midnight locks of his hair, the down became even more enmeshed. “Don’t,” Win managed, struggling to restrain her laughter. “You’ll never … You must let me help you; you’re making it worse … and you s-said I was a pigeon to be plucked. … ” Still chortling, she snatched his hand and tugged him into one of the fabric corridors, where they were partially concealed from view. They went beyond the half-light and into the shadows. “Here, before anyone sees us. Oh, you’re too tall for me—” She urged him to the floor with her, where he lowered to his haunches. Win knelt amid the mass of her skirts. Untying her bonnet, she tossed it to the side. Merripen watched Win’s face as she went to work, brushing at his shoulders and hair. “You can’t be enjoying this,” he said. “Silly man. You’re covered in feathers—of course I’m enjoying it.” And she was. He looked so … well, adorable, kneeling and frowning and holding still while she de-feathered him. And it was lovely to play with the thick, shiny layers of his hair, which he never would have allowed in other circumstances. Her giggles kept frothing up, impossible to suppress. "
― Lisa Kleypas , Seduce Me at Sunrise (The Hathaways, #2)