She leans forward and flicks my hair with her finger. “Also, you were much hotter with shorter hair.” And with that, she turns on her heel and walks out the door, leaving me to nurse my bruised ego while Griffin laughs at my side. Concerned, I run my hand through the wavy locks that fall at my ear. “Do you think I was hotter with shorter hair?” Head tilted back, Griffin barks out a laugh. “Oh hell, dude, can you bring her back here for round two? I think I want to record it for the family.”
