She gasped and turned, looking up at him. You'll be haunting my tomorrows evermore." "I'll remember that scent forever now, and whenever I smell it again I'll think of you, Eve Dinwoody. "Lily of the valley." He made her feel exotic, still dressed in her sensible gray frock, only her hair loose about her shoulders. "Like liquid gold." He suddenly lifted the mass to his face. "It's beautiful," he murmured, burying his fingers in the long tresses, gently working apart the strands, lifting and spreading them. She turned her head to look at him, suddenly shy. It fell all at once, uncoiling heavily over her shoulders. She found herself holding her breath, listening to his deep, even exhalations as he worked, her hair loosening and beginning to slide. “Then he began plucking the pins from her hair, carefully, without touching her anywhere else, and Eve began to wonder if 'hair' could possibly be erotic.
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