He straightens up, pushing off the wall, and she turns to hang her bag. He comes up behind her, close enough to smell, close enough to feel the heat from his body against her back, his breath on the top of her head. Anticipation tingles across her skin. Her hair is loose, another rule, and he slides his hands up into it, tugging firmly. It sends goosebumps cascading across her scalp and she sways, eyes closing.