Page 164 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

“All right,” Melanie said after she’d finished rinsing and drying my hair. “You ready to see it?”

I nodded, my heart pounding as she turned the chair around to face the mirror again. And there it was—lavender hair. Soft, subtle, but undeniably bold. The color framed my face, transforming me in a way I hadn’t expected. I stared at myself for a moment, barely recognizing the person looking back.

“Wow,” I whispered, running my fingers through the soft strands. It was different. So different. And I loved it.

“You like it?” Melanie asked, watching me with a grin.

“I love it,” I said, a genuine smile spreading across my face. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was seeing myself—really seeing myself. And it was someone I liked.

After leaving the salon, I headed straight home.

I couldn’t wait to show Logan.

He was waiting at the door when I got there, leaning casually against the frame, but the second he saw me, his eyes lit up. That familiar grin spread across his face as he took in the change.

“Holy shit,” he said, his voice filled with awe. “You look hot.”

I laughed, feeling a blush creep up my neck. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, stepping closer and reaching out to run his fingers through my hair. His touch was soft, lingering. “This is…wow.”

I smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t get too attached. I might change it tomorrow.”

He laughed, his grin widening. “What? You’re gonna go from lavender to something else that fast?”

“Maybe pink,” I teased, shrugging like it was no big deal. “Or blue. Or maybe I’ll shave it all off.”

Logan shook his head, still smirking as he leaned in closer. “You know, I always thought Smurfette was hot when I was a kid, so blue works for me. But I’m not so sure about the shaving part. If you do that, I won’t be able to hold onto it as I fuck you from behind.”

My breath stuttered. “Oh…maybe I won’t shave it off.”

His grin was beautiful. “Good girl.” He tucked a lavender strand behind my ear. “You look amazing, though.”

I bit my lip, the compliment sinking in. “Thanks. Itfeelsamazing.”

“Good,” he said, brushing his lips softly against mine.

Later, as we sat on the couch, my head resting on Logan’s shoulder, I found myself running my fingers through my hair again. It still felt strange, like I was getting to know this new version of myself. But it also felt like another step toward freedom.

Free to choose. Free to change. Free to be with the person I love.

And finally free to love myself.

* * *

“Handcuffs are definitely underrated in my opinion,” Logan groaned as he thrust into me.

I was on my stomach, my hands handcuffed behind my back, my hips propped up on a stack of pillows as he fucked me from behind.

“Yes, let’s add them to the list,” I moaned.

The newestlistwe were making had been Logan’s idea. Since I’d only ever done what other people wanted me to do, I didn’t know what I liked—besides sex with Logan, of course. Logan had suggested we try everything to figure out whatmyfavorites were.

Try everything once, and twice if we like it, so to speak.

So far I was a big fan of blindfolds, ropes, hot wax, and…handcuffs. But the list was definitely growing.

“Can’t get enough of you,” Logan groaned, his tongue licking down my spine.

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