I was surprised to see him look so embarrassed. The band came loose and I ran my fingers through Caimbeul’s hair to make sure there weren’t any more tangles. It was as silky as I remembered, cool on top and warm near the nape of his neck. It was an odd moment, filled with promise and regret. Then I pulled my hands away and held out the band to him. His fingers slid over mine as he took it, and lingered there for a moment.