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“Harrison,” you whined, sticking your bottom lip out to give him your best pout, “why’d you have to go and cut it all off?” You were giving him your best puppy dog eyes as you leaned into his side.
Your boyfriend had gotten a haircut, effectively cutting off all of his beautiful hair, leaving you to pout about it. It wasn’t like he didn’t look good; the boy always looked good. He was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen, without a doubt… you just liked when his hair was a little bit longer.
“It was on the verge of being ridiculously long, sweetheart!” he laughed, shaking his head as he slid an arm around your waist to tug you in closer.
You huffed softly, tilting your head up to place your chin on his shoulder as you looked at him, “But I like it when it’s longer!”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that, love?”
“Because,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before continuing, “it’s always so soft and wispy and falling in your face. And you get those pretty wavy curls. And I like playing with your hair, but now there’s practically nothing there!” You finished the sentence with dramatic flair, throwing one of your hands up in the air.
“Well, I like when you play with my hair, too, love. But you’ll just have to wait till it grows back,” he replied, his laughter vibrating through his chest.
“What am I meant to do with my hands when we kiss, then?” you asked, giving him a cheeky grin and raising one eyebrow up playfully. You liked to have your hands in his hair while the two of you made out (with maybe a tug or two), and you knew that he certainly didn’t mind.
“I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” he shot back, his hands dropping to your waist to tug you into his lap. You immediately wrapped your legs around him as he pulled you closer, your hands dropping to his shoulders as he asked, “Wanna try it out?”
Pursing your lips, you tilted your head to the side, as if in thought, “Hmmm, don’t know how this will work, but I guess so.”
He gave you one last grin before pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. On instinct, your hands flew to Harrison’s hair, tangling the soft strands between your fingers. Lips moving against his, you gave his hair a gentle tug, causing a groan to come from him. You couldn’t help but laugh, a huge smirk on your face as you pulled away to look at him, “Guess it’s still fine, then. Doesn’t mean I don’t miss the long hair, though.”
