An open invitation to visit whenever? She liked that idea. Now that she'd gotten the dreaded first visit and all that goes with it out of the way, she'd have to find more reasons to come down and see him. His smile was infectious, and she had to flash one of her own, though it was accompanied by pink cheeks and head ducking.
He wanted to feed her. She wasn't really hungry, but she didn't even consider telling him no. Having something to eat would give her a reason to linger longer, and she'd take any reason she could get to spend time with him. That feeling of intense longing and recognition had hit her full force when he'd answered the door, and it packed even more of a punch than it had the first time.
"Sure, that would be great." She unwound her fingers from her hair to place her hand in his. Her hand brought a large chunk of hair with it. There wasn't a word in any written language that could adequately express her horror. Maybe she'd tugged too hard, that could explain it, right? She hadn't twirled real hair in a long time, maybe she'd just fallen out of practice. Please let that be all this was. Her face turned fire engine red as she stared at the long lock of golden hair now twined around her fingers.
"Oh my god," was all she could manage to say. This was suppose to be the most amazing day ever, and she'd gone and ruined it by pulling her own hair out. She wanted to disappear into the sofa and never come out again.