Fuck.
I cross the room before I can stop myself.
My fingers catch the ends of her hair, rubbing the faded strands between them. “We should redo this.”
She eyes me in the mirror. “The red?”
“It’s fading.”
“You picked it last month,toldyou it would fade quick.”
“I know.” I let the strands slip through my fingers. “When this fades all the way, we should do blue again. You like blue.”
One brow lifts. “You should do pink.”
I bark out a laugh. “Pink.”
“Yes. Pink.”
“I’ve done pink before.”
“I think it would suit you.”
“You don’t even like pink.”
She shrugs. “I like it on you.”
That does something annoyingly warm to my insides. I lean down and kiss her.
Once. Twice.
Then lower, my mouth brushing her jaw, her throat.
She pushes at my chest. “No.”
I kiss the side of her neck again. “No?”
“We do not have time for this.”
“We can make time.”
“I have cramps.”
I lift my head and look at her. “You’re using that as a weapon now.”
She narrows her eyes.
I smirk. “You know I don’t have an issue with blood.”
Her face twists in immediate disgust. “I feel gross.”
“You’re not.”
She grabs her heels and drops onto the edge of the bed to put them on.
I reach for my tie, looping it around my neck.
Her gaze flicks up. “Oh, you’re wearing a tie.”
