Edward walked in, froze, then tilted his head. “You cut it.”

You touched your shorter strands self-consciously. “Yeah… surprise?”

He stepped closer, fingers brushing through the new length. “You always take my breath away,” he said calmly. “But this—this is bold.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You don’t like it.”

“I didn’t say that,” he smirked. “I just wasn’t prepared. But you could shave your head, and I’d still follow you anywhere.”