VESPER GREY LYSAN POV

"Your roots are starting to show," I muttered, gliding my fingers through his hair.

He lifted his head, a boyish smile playing on his lips. "I'll book an appointment and take care of it."

I nodded, then paused, my brows furrowing. "Wait, why don't you keep your natural hair?"

His brows dipped. "Because you don't like it."

"What?"

His head dropped against my thigh. "All the men you agreed to date had black hair. You flat-out refused anyone who was blonde."

My breath ...