“Nooo, you like one more than the other.” I exhale loudly. He smiles up at me and moves closer, so we’re nose to nose, him bent down at my knees, his hand comes to my hair and ruffles it, toying with its new shortness.
He really is infatuated with my new haircut. Best idea ever!
“I like both versions of you, in different ways, equally.” He utters, keeping close. The lights are off in the room and the only light is from the moon shining in the porthole window beside us. It’s so intimate and romantic.
“What do you mean ‘different ways’?” I’m inquisitive, being drunk seems to make me crave for knowledge and to keep him this close. He sighs, running a hand across my face lightly, moving my hair to tuck behind my ear, erupting a million tingles across my skin. He chews his lip in that childi
