This is from my current WIP, tentatively titled Bossy Pants.
“Yes.” It was a simple answer, yet it wasn’t. He wanted to ask for more details, yet he didn’t. Better instead to reach his hand to brush stray locks of her hair so they lay neatly behind her shoulders. Her hair was thick and soft, the curls tangling between his fingers so he had to be careful not to pull any strands. Still, a few came away with his hand, and he fought the urge to put them in his jeans pocket.