i should probably dye my eyebrows

cotton candy

“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.