"Do you really think I should let my hair down?" I asked James, a pout forming on my lips as I looked at him through my phone screen.

"I think I look better with it in a ponytail." I added.

"No, baby, you should let it down," James insisted. "You're gorgeous when it's down - like a princess that you are."

A flush crept up my face as I smiled back at him. Was he just saying this to flatter me, or did he genuinely mean what he was saying?

I lifted my shoulder in a half shrug, acting like I was not happy by his compliment. Then, I let...