Chapter Thirteen

Aya Starr 1.6k words

"How can I? You're standing so close, there's hardly any space to move," 

 

"You look ravishing without those load of make-up on your face," his hand had returned to my hair, twisting a strand of it around his finger. 

 

"You should wear less of the make-up while you...

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