“You're all right?' he asks, brushing my hair back from my face.
'I'm great. You're great. That was...'
'Great?' he supplies.
'Exactly.
'I was going to use the word "explosive", but I think "great" covers it.' His fingers tangle in my hair. 'I fucking love your hair. If you ever want to bring me to my knees or win an argument, just let it down. I'll get the point.”
―
Rebecca Yarros,
Fourth Wing
