“I don't know why he's always affecting me.” –Rebecca would be lying if she said she wasn't feeling nervous, her hands slightly trembled as she tried to put in the contact lens but she refused to ask for help. When they finally settled in, a sigh of contentment escaped her lips. It didn't do anything to her eye color, they just sat on top of her irises like they weren't even there. Well, at least she had accomplished something on her own. She thought to herself. When she was being dressed up, she hadn't even been chanced to raise a single finger, it made her feel as if she was a little child that couldn't dress herself. But she would be lying if she said she didn't feel the authority in them, having someone else dress you. But she didn't like the feeling, after all, Diego dresses himself as well. After putting in the contact lenses, she turned around to show it to him. He simply nodded in acknowledgement without looking twice at her eyes. She kept telling herself not to think t
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