“What. The fuck.”
Simon grinned devilishly. “You like it?” He shook his hair into his face, then ran his hand through it. It was pink.
“I’ve been gone for two days,” I exclaimed, taking in the pastel shade.
“You’ve been gone for too long,” he said, arms outstretched. I walked into them and he squeezed me into a tight hug, placing a gentle, teasing kiss on my collarbone. I smiled.
“I do like it,” I admitted, burying my face in his curls. “Looks like cotton candy.”
“That’s the name of the shade!” His excitement was childlike. “And the woman who styled it said I had such beautiful hair. She said I would look good with any color.” He waggled his eyebrows at me.
“One step at a time, Snow. Let me get used to this first.” He pulled back a little, still in my arms. My fingers played with the belt loops on the waistband of his jeans.
“Maybe you should dye your hair,” he suggested.
“I don’t think so,” I laughed.
“I’m sure I can convince you.” He tugged softly at a piece of hair falling into my face and smiled. He was right. He could probably convince me of anything.