“Maybe you have a headache from your hair being in a death grip.” “That’s how I like it,” she declares. I raise my brows, making her roll her eyes. “I like it down.” She snorts. “Good to know. I’ll throw out all my hair ties because Aiden Crawford likes it when girls wear their hair down.” Wrapping the bandage around her ankle, I glance at her. “Not girls. You.”
