Clip

Clip days were frustrating days.

The minute she came down the girls stairs, that spring in her step, he always knew he was in for a frustrating day. She always looked gorgeous, drop dead sexy and all he could think about was pulling that clip out so he could run his hands through her hair.

When she wore a clip, she was everything every other man wanted. They were days she was feeling sassy, flirty and she didn't hide it. He'd seen weaker men than himself fall to the charm and spell she wove around them.

Before they'd started dating he would resign himself deliberately hunting her down for a good innuendo session. She was quick as lightening with her own comebacks, playful and happy. Her smile was to die for and all he could think about was dragging her into the nearest classroom and having his wicked way with her. Now, he didn't have to hope. On clip days it wasn't surprising for her to have it in one class only to be rushing to her next class without it, making it just on time while he strolled in five minutes late to hand her the missing clip.

Clip days were arousing days.