Jack O'Neill exited the closet and headed toward his office.
Running a hand through his hair, he marveled over its increased unruliness. He had thought it would be a bit more attractive a little longer. Give Sam something to run her fingers through while they kissed. That it had.
It also caused a problem when it came to keeping the rumors down. Both of them having longer, more unruly hair made it was almost impossible to squelch the theories of just how their hair got into that state.
Their late night trysts in the supply closet were becoming dangerously addictive.