“Because I need to wash my hair.” “Why didn’t you wash it last night?” I scoff. Typical man. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes twenty minutes ago, I still would’ve guessed that he just wakes up like that, his hair in perfect disarray. “Because, Jaxon, washing my hair is a commitment, one I didn’t have energy for last night. Beyond that, I’m absolutely not sleeping on a fresh style. Honestly, get it together.”
