I'm not talking about the book.

[But he's fairly certain they both know that. He sits up straight to give her his full attention, one hand resting against the mattress to support himself as he fixes his gaze on her, watching her pull her ribbon free. He's only seen her with her hair down in full for any length of time once before, but it's not a sight he'll soon forget.]

Interesting use of language by the author, however. 'Quiver' came up a fair few times— far more than one might expect in the span of ten pages.

[The intensity of his gaze is lessened by the amused scrunch of his nose that follows, clearly enjoying the opportunity to tease as he so often does— it's been far too long since he's had the chance. As she approaches, he rests his hand against her hip before sliding his arm around her waist in full, and he doesn't think he can begin to articulate just how glad he is to be this close to her again, to be able to reach out and touch her in a way he'd become all too accustomed to in a remarkably short period of time.]

I could handle that for you, you know— your hair.

[Or maybe he just wants an excuse to run his fingers through it.]