“But I like your hair, and I like talking to you even though you can be rude and think I’m strange. I like looking at you.” “Oh, well, sure. All of that makes sense.” Shrugging, I offer him the smallest of smiles. I never smile, but I’ve also never kissed a guy, so I guess tonight is a night for trying new things. “You should always determine attraction based on hair.” Henri sighs. “I am hearing sarcasm.” “You’ve got good ears.” Reaching up, I tug gently on a wavy lock of caramel hair. “You’ve got good hair, too. And…sorry about calling you weird. You’re not, I’m just a dick.”
