Okay so it wasn't really his decision what she did. It was hers to do what she chose with it, but still…he was her significant other, they were in a long term relationship, shouldn't he find out about things before she did them.
"It's just a haircut," she told him over the phone, because she hadn't told him where she was going and he got worried when she didn't come straight home, "I'm almost done."
"How long could it take, Montana, what are they cutting one, two inches of hair?"
"More like six to eight."
His eyes had widened at that and he'd barely even answered when she'd told him they were about to start and hung up.
Six inches.
Six inches of her beautiful, perfect hair gone.
Don't get him wrong? He'd love Lindsay is she shaved her head bald, but….he loved her hair. Loved the way it curled around her head and make her look like an angel, loved when she put it up and little bits escaped and brushed her neck, and he absolutely loved when it trailed over his body at night, across his chest as she slept, tickling his nose, then down over his stomach, his legs as she pressed kisses down his body.
For Christ sakes she was getting rid of the hair….and she had barely even warned him.
He prepared himself to look positive, even if it was horrible he had to smile and say nice things, because while he wasn't exactly Mr. Relationship he knew that women did not like having their hair insulted.
He waited casually on the couch, listening for the sound of the key in the door. Finally, finally he heard it, he turned, ready with his arsenal of approval when he saw her and was struck silent.
She smiled, "What do you think?"
It was gorgeous, amazing, best hair ever, sleek and shiny and….straight, he wasn't sure her hair had ever been that straight.
"Danny?"
And most importantly….still long enough to torture every inch of his body.
"DANNY?"
"What?" he asked snapping out of it.
"What do you think?" she spun around, "Of the hair."
"Oh," he said quickly, "Looks great Montana."