“Yeah.” Touching them thoughtlessly occurs. “What do you think? Too Cyndi Lauper?”
“Maybe if yourwhole headwas blonde, aye,” he lightly laughs at the same time I lean back in my office chair.
“You know this is the first time I’ve ever died my hair.”
“Does this count?” A playful cringe precedes more laughing. “I mean…this is just the tip…just a feel…”
“Why do I feel like you’re recounting your first time with Mari?”
Additional chuckles rip through him prompting me to victoriously smirk.
Gahhhhh, I miss him.
I don’t remember the last time we spent this much time apart.
Not physically – because hockey has always done that – but like mentally.
Between his conferences and work events and me –finally– having my own social life that doesn’t revolve around him or my friends, our schedules just aren’t meshing.
It’s weird.
Not quite Weird Al weird, but still pretty weird.
“Is it safe to assume the bud you’re dating is responsible for the hair risk?” investigates my big brother.
Sort of?
Bronny wanted to do it after he saw some Tik Tok, so I stopped to get the materials on my way over from work – sincehetexted me – and once we got started on him – with Jukes blessing – one thing led to another, ending with him looking like a Justin Timberlake lookalike contestant and me ready for a forgotten episode of TRL.
I will say Thayne likes the color becauseIlike the color.
And I like it because it’s something different.
Something I randomly just went for.
Which didn’t happen a lot before Thayne entered my life.
“Um…” my head bounces back and forth in contemplation, “in a way?”
“Uh-huh,” judgingly hums my best friend, “and what else has this pylon gotten you to try?”
“Is that a sex reference?” I teasingly taunt.
“Is he getting you to try weird sex stuff?!”
“Sex is like coffee, M. Just because it’s unusual to you, doesn’t mean it’s not the usual for someone else.”
“You sound like Groffee.”
Panic instantly gets my heart racing.
Shit!
Do I?
Does he know?
Is now the time for himtoknow?!
