She gave him another squeeze in love, growing more steadily in the feeling as he complimented her, partially ignoring the jokes. It was healing to hear him say that no matter what she looked pretty to him. Sometimes she felt like he just liked certain things about her, but recently he had been telling her she was beautiful, pretty, and some other things that made her feel more confident around him. 

"I will probably let it grow out some more so that it won't look so strange and then I will cut my hair very short; not bald mind you." She gave him a little rib poke to show she had heard his jokes. "Do you think short hair would look good on me for a while? My hair grows fast, so it shouldn't be too long before it's back to normal."

She was thinking like a bob or pixie cut, but whatever would get rid of the dark brown and back to her natural color. She had never done that ever in her life, forgotten to take the mix out, and it just so happened to be black henna. He would not have liked her with bright red hair, she was sure. 

"What would you do if I shaved your head one night while you slept?"