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V for Virgin!
Ganache–2
Seth shrugged his shoulders again and offered half a smile. “Let’s get you fixed up.”
neck,
ms around his My heart hurt for him, but I nodded. As I walked closer to him, and more into the light, I quickly wrapped my arms giving in to my initial impulse. He stiffened as I hugged him tightly, mashing the side of my cheek into his. Seth seemed cautious as he loosely wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed. It was like he expected me to morph into a snake and bite him. If he only knew… there’s not much I wouldn’t do for him. Hell, I would bring his sister back to life if I could, just to make him happy.
“I really am sorry about your sister, Seth,” I whispered into his ear. hurts so much losing family, but it hurts worse when you get a chance to know them Seth knew about my biological parents, so knew he understood what I was saying. He also knew about the untimely death of my adoptive parents too. If anyone understood where he was coming from, it was me.
He placed a light kiss against the curve of my jaw and pulled away to cup the side of my face. He brushed his thumb over my cheek. “Let’s get you ready.”
1 frowned and gave a
an uneasy look as he unzipped the make–up bag. You know how to put it on?”
This time his smile reached his eyes as he nodded.
B–but you’re a guy.”
“I was always watching her put it on,” he whispered. The sweep of the blush brush, the way the color of the lipstick spread on her lips… I wanted to be a cosmetologist for the longest time.”
“That is the furthest thing from a law degree. What changed your mind?
Seth reached out and turned my face as he applied something wet and skin–colored to my face. “I wanted nothing to do with the family business. After my mom was shot in a drive–by, well that was it and lucky for me school came easy.”
“And you got your full–ride scholarship, I finished for him.
“Yes, but not for makeup school–I applied for any scholarship I could, anything that would get me out of there. I decided I needed the money to get out of it permanently, and I wanted to help the victims in that type of lifestyle. Not everyone chooses it; most of my brothers were forced into it because they had no other choice,
He turned my face again, briefly smiled at me when he finished with the liquid, and then grabbed another container. When he was finished with the multiple shades of powder, he set the brush down and took a step back, examining his work,
“Im not even finished and already you look like art. Not that you needed make–up anyway,” he said, mumbling the last part. His arm darted forward and his large hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me in for a quick, yet deep kiss that stole my breath. He stepped back quicker than I would have liked, but not before whispering against my lips how beautiful he thought I was.
I felt my face flush with pleasure. I wasn’t a compliment seeker. Not usually anyway, but i had to admit it was nice. The free–reign Seth no had on me seemed to have already changed the way he acted around me. He was touchy before, but he was all hands now.
He lined my lips with a gold shimmering lipstick and then reached yer for the thing I was dreading the most. I exhaled slowly, and bent my neck, lifting my face but unable to help the rapid blinking.
“I wont poke you in the eye,” he said, his peanut butter and banana melting breath fanned my face.
You ate a cupcake? What about not until we eat dinner? The envious tone was clear as I pouted up at h
him
He gave a warm, gut deep chuckle and tapped the tip of my nose with his finger. That rule doesn’t apply to the adults.”
V for Virgin!
Ganache–3
