Summary: Ami recognizes an important part of her relationship.
Pretty Boy
by: honey
The – not blond, or yellow, or gold – but flaxen strands
belonged in a shampoo commercial.
They curled just right. Shone the right sheen. And were
forever soft and untangled.
'How is that even possible!'
He'd run a hand through them with ease, and every hair settled
into place obediently.
Ami tousled her own hair experimentally, glancing at the
window's reflection. She compared her genuinely mussed hair to his
perfectly messy look and rolled her eyes. Reaching out, she ran her
fingers through his locks, startling Zoisite mid-sentence.
She smiled dreamily.
'I'm only dating you for your hair . . .'
Written for Romance Themes Drabble Challenge by
Sailor Draco, using theme #4 – secret admirer