I nod in agreement, staring out at a large group of friends eating at a bistro. “Thank you, by the way. For the dress and for coming with me.”
“You didn’t sound too pleased at first.”
“I wasn’t,” I reply truthfully. “I don’t seem to be able to stay away from you.”
“Me either,” he murmurs, looking down at his hands.
Oh, how I’d love to grab those hands.Damn it. Will I ever stop thinking this way?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“I can’t believe this shit!” Kevin howls, a makeup brush in his hand.
“What?”
“You don’t even need concealer! Your face is flawless. You don’t even need to wear makeup.”
“I like wearing it.” I close my eyes so he can apply it.
After hearing about the huge event I’m going to with Mr. Benjamin Scott tonight, he insisted on coming over and doing my makeup.
“So, do you think he’ll try to get with you?”
“Getwith me?”
“Sleep with you? Hook up? Fuck you into oblivion?” He laughs when I stare at him in disbelief.
“No, I don’t! You have the worst mouth, honestly!”
He kisses my hair chastely. “You love it. Now hand me the lipstick. The dark red one.”
I oblige him and wait while he applies it to my lips.
“Up,” he commands, gesturing for me to stand, and I do as he says. He waits while I carefully put the dress on.
“Done.”
He spins around, clapping his hands together. “You are slaying this look! I have to take a picture of this! I have to!” he shouts and I blanch.
“No, please. I hate having my picture taken.”
My heart is beating rapidly in my chest.
“Just one! Come on! You’re my masterpiece right now!”
“No.” I shake my head and he stops smiling and looks at me, suddenly worried.
“You’re so pale. What’s wrong? Does having your picture taken freak you out that much?”
“Yes,” I lie. “I hate it.”
“Oh, okay. We don’t have to, then.” He puts his phone back in his pocket and I can breathe again. “Have you always been like that?”
“Yes,” I lie again. “Always.”
***
I kiss Kevin’s cheek and stand up when I spot the familiar limo outside.
