Her hands returned. I fought the urge to close my eyes.
Her hands paused.
“Something wrong?”
“No.” She sounded like she was thinking. “It’s just… your hair’s really light right here.”
Damn it. I played dumb. “Oh yeah? Weird.”
“Gabe…”
“What?”
“Your hair’s almost blond.”
“Maybe it just looks that way because the dye’s so dark.”
“But—”
“Saylor.”
“What?
“I missed you.”
I felt like an ass for distracting her like that, but at least what I was saying was true. It wasn’t like I was lying.
She started rubbing the dye in again and sighed. “I missed you too.”
A smile spread across my features before I could stop it.
“And you’re a jackass for using something like that to distract me from the fact that you’re a natural blond and for some reason don’t want to talk about it.”
“Sandy blond,” I grumbled. “And it’s the truth. I did miss you.”
“Enough to help me more with my music?”
A cold spot of dye dripped down the side of my head and onto the towel across my shoulders. “After all, you said five tears.”
My shoulders relaxed. “I’ve only made up for one.”
“I know.”
“Tomorrow.” I licked my lips and tried to keep the next smile in but it was impossible. “Tear number two.”
“I have class all day, then I’m at the Home tomorrow.”
“Weird, me too.”
She laughed and grabbed my head. “Stop leaning forward or we’re going to end up dying your eyebrows too.”
“Fine, fine.”
She worked in silence and I was happy watching her legs…
“Okay.” She set everything down on the counter then sat on the floor facing me. “Tell me one true thing.”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. I swallowed and answered. “I hate dying my hair.”