He had you on his lap, strandling and facing him on the living room couch, head buried in the crook of his neck, while he was shirtless as he just came out of a shower when you knocked on the door. Luckily his parents and older sister, Olivia, weren't home, but they were soon going to be back.

He rubbed your back, chuckling quietly, listening to you whine and complain regretting to get a haircut, you used to have waist length hair, now middle length hair.

"My love, short hair suits you too"