“That’s like saying the sunrise is nice. You’ll get the general gist across, but the person who’s never seen the sunrise will never understand how magnificent it is based on that shitty description,” Gray scoffs. “Your hair isn’t just red. It’s a mix of fire and caramel and cherries, and sometimes when you’re standing in the sun, it almost looks golden. It’s beautiful,” he says. I feel warm all over as he keeps playing with my hair.
