'Cause whenever she put her hair down, he could hardly control himself…

"I love your hair…" Jack said, after pulling Mary closer. "And your eyes, and your cute hands, and everything else. But your hair--"

"O-oh stop!" She whispered to him, looking around. Thankfully, nobody in the store had seen them. "Not in front of everyone, Jack…"

"You're wearing it out today, though! I can't stop myself." He brought his hand to the side of her face and began running his fingers through her hair. "You know how much I love it like this." Tilting his head to the side, he gave Mary a small kiss on her cheek. "I can't wait 'til we get home…"

The librarian blushed madly and struggled to get away from him. Pushing up her glasses, she began taking in deep breaths, ignoring her husband's high-pitched laughter.

Mary couldn't believe what he'd just said--he could be such a pervert sometimes. Well, she thought, I guess it was partly my fault that he's acting like this. He always wants me to wear my hair down, without it being braided and all.

"You did your hair like this specifically for me, eh?" Jack finally said, after he'd stopped laughing.

Mary slowly turned around, blinking at him a couple of times. "I-I guess so. But it wasn't even conscious! I mean, it's cold out today…but since it wasn't snowing, there wasn't really a need for me to wear a hat. So I just kinda let it out…but you also promised to see me here, after you were done with work. And…I knew you loved seeing my hair like this. S-so…I guess you're right."

Then Jack grabbed Mary's hand and began dragging her out of the supermarket, despite her protests. What about all the shopping that had to be done? They were running low on food, and they needed to stock up just in case they were snowed in.

"We'll deal with all that later, Mary." Jack muttered back, his voice so low that she could barely hear him.

She struggled to keep up with his quick pace, "Hubby…" She whined, calling Jack by his nickname. "Where are we going?"

"Well…I wanted to go home." He stopped suddenly, veered off to the right and fished through his pockets. His wife just stared, slightly confused as to why they were standing in front of the Mineral Town Library.

That's when she noticed, after pulling his hand out, Jack was holding a key in his hand. …The extra key to the library she had given him. After a few seconds, he opened up the door and flew inside, whirling Mary out in front of him.

"I wanted to go home," Jack repeated, not bothering to put on the light. Mary felt herself being gently pushed backwards, and the two only stopped when her back was pressed up against the desk. "But I told you I couldn't wait, Mary…"

She felt the heat rising up to her face again; even though she couldn't see, Mary was sure of the expression now on Jack's face, just by his tone. A finger lightly brushed against her lips, and she squeaked.

"B-but Jack, not here!"

"Just think of it as inspiration for your novel."

He was always good at making horrible excuses.