His warm plump lips pressed against the side of her cheek, and then another was placed to her jaw—instantly her mind was forced away from the contest and to the touches."You're strong Jessica," He reassured, continuing the patterns he was making on her covered stomach. "They'll pick yours,"He said it so assuringly, so confidently that Jessica almost thought that he was right. Though Jessica was humble enough to know that her art could easily be marked off as just another good painting—but nothing special."You can't be sure," She turned, looking up into his eyes with doubt. He shook his head, bringing his hand to her cheek—like earlier. "I am sure."Sighing, she leaned into his cold touch—her heated flesh warming his skin. She didn't reply, only focusing on his touch to somewhat help her cope with the nerves.The microphone on the stage was then beginning to turn on, catching both party's attention. A 6ft man in a silk, floral dress shirt—coated with a large fur jacket and plain whi
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