His hair had slipped out of his short queue, and now fell into his eyes as he looked over.

Her black hair had slipped free of its veil and now spilled onto the carpet in disarray.

Blond hair slipped forward, veiling the fury in his eyes.

His dark hair slipped forward and shielded his face from the light.

The hair slipped from her fingers, falling softly to the desk.

Krystal shrugged, and her hair slipped coquettishly over one eye.

Her long heavy hair had slipped over her shoulders again, and exasperated, she took hold of it in both hands.

His breath quickened and his long silky hair slipped across her shoulder.

A precarious hold: the fine hair would slip through her fingers if she relied on it.

His hair slipped free from its band and flew around his face.