He came over in long purÂposeÂful strides, sat at the edge of her bed, and in a tenÂder, posÂsesÂsive gesÂture wiped the lipÂstick off her lips. âWhat is that? he asked. âAll the other girls wear it, TaÂtiana said, quickly wipÂing her mouth, breathÂless at the sight of him. âInÂcludÂing Dasha. âWell, I don't want you to have anyÂthing on your lovely face, he said, stroking her cheeks. âGod knows, you don't need it. -
Paullina Simons