Elisha wouldn't be able to tolerate hair as long as Hadyn's, and not just because of the inevitable curl - which didn't stop Hadyn - as much as because it would just be everywhere, annoying him.

"Oh, it's not," he said as his arm slipped through the water to wrap around Hadyn's waist and ease him closer. "Walk of no shame whatsoever, really." But then Hadyn was kissing him, and Hadyn hadn't kissed him since the day before Elisha had broken up with him months ago. So he kissed back, his hand slipping into Hadyn's hair.

Maybe they'd be alright, he thought. Maybe they were going to make it.