“You good?” he asks.
“Sure. Thanks for the nails,” I answer curtly, not looking into his eyes.
He steps closer and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, prompting me to meet his searching gaze. It reminds me of New Year’s Eve, and my heart flips.
Stop that shit right now, stupid organ.
“Do I need to remind you that you deserve to be spoiled?”
When he pulls his hand back, I notice his pinky finger isn’t red but clear. I frown at it. He chuckles softly, bringing his left hand next to his right to show that the pinky finger on that hand is the same color as mine.
“Don’t you think Clay would’ve made a fuss if one of my pinkies didn’t match his too?”
I look up at him, a pang in my chest. This doesn’t feel right. It’s as if I’ve wedged into something I don’t belong in.
“Hey,” he urges, gently gripping my chin to make me meet his gaze again. “You are exactly where you’re supposed to be.”Can this man read minds?“Now be a good girl and enjoy the day out with me,” he adds, offering his hand to me, red pinky finger extended.
I grab his pinky with my hand, still not over how large his hand is compared to mine. A vision of those hands grabbing my tits crosses my mind, and I quickly shake my head to dispel it.
Sophia waits at the entrance of a beauty store. “Come on, ladies, we don’t have all day,” she pushes, heading inside, so we follow her in. “Oh my, that smells so good! Xander, come here!” she calls out from the perfume section.
Xander walks over to her, and I venture further into the store. Surprisingly, there’s a candy section.
What kind of store is this?
A teenage girl stands there, offering candy samples. I pick up a sweet and thank her before returning to the front. The sour apple flavor makes me shudder as I pop the candy into my mouth, and I love it.
I stand next to Xander, watching Sophia as she tests eyeshadow shades on the back of her hand.
Xander turns and notices me sucking on the candy. “What do you have there?”
“A sweet,” I shrug, contemplating if I should buy myself an eyeshadow too, but then I think I could just use one of Chiara’s if I really wanted to try and wear some.
“That’s not a sweet. It smells like sour apple.”
“True,” I agree, pushing half of the candy out of my lips to show him the green color.
He reaches out, pulls it from my mouth, and pops it into his own, causing my eyes to widen in surprise. “Hey! That wasmine,” I protest weakly. He smirks as he bites down on the hard shell of the sweet. “You’re not supposed to chew it,” I mumble.
He takes half of the sweet from his mouth and brings it to my lips, pushing it between them, his fingers lingering for a moment. “You need to learn to share, Carolina,” he chides in a deep voice, then continues to suck on his half of the candy, drawing my gaze to his lips.
My pussy clenches involuntarily, and I have to squeeze my thighs together. It takes every bit of me not to groan at the sight.
Fuck. This man is trying to kill me.
“I think this soft lilac would look nice with my skin tone. What do you think, Lina?” Sophia turns and asks me.
“It would,” I confirm, barely looking at her while trying to calm my racing heart.
EIGHTEEN
“OhDio,”I whisper, looking at myself in the changing room mirror.
Sophia convinced me to try on a black bikini with a high-waisted bottom. The top is so small that my tits seem to defy gravity, nearly spilling out of the cups.
My phone buzzes with a text from Joshua. It’s a selfie of him with a travel mug, his dimples showing as he smiles.
Joshua
