Page 343 of Rock Me All Night
"No, I'm not."
"Yeah, you are." He laughs. "It's cute."
I stare back at the hairstyle. "It's too much. I'll look silly."
"You'll look hot." His fingertips brush my shoulder. "But do whatever makes you happy."
He thinks I'll look hot. I press my eyelids together, attempting to imagine myself as the kind of woman who could pull off such a bold style.
Tom runs his hand through my hair, pulling it back to approximate the length of the cut. "You should do pink. To match your cheeks." He shifts, looking me in the eyes. "Do you want to do it?"
I do. I want to do something different.
Tom brushes a stray hair behind my ear. His fingers linger on my cheek. "Then what are you waiting for? Do it."
He makes it sound easy. I'm sure, for Tom, it is that easy. He wants something, he takes it. No hesitation. No second guessing. No doubt.
"Willow!" A hairdresser with a messy pixie cut and a sleek black dress calls my name.
Salvation. I stand and nod goodbye to Tom.
"I'll be here," Tom says.
"What a nice boyfriend, waiting for you. Wish my husband would do the same." She smiles. "I'm Gina."
We shake hands. I don't correct her.
"You know what you want?" she asks.
My gaze goes to Tom. He's half looking at his phone, half looking at me. Those green eyes, that smile on his face, the lines of the tattoo peeking out from his v-neck...
Yeah. I know what I want.
And it's different.
It's really fucking different.
