Romans & histoires Dear Me Lip Gloss

I couldn't help but laugh softly, teasing, "Wow, you’re really committed to this role today." I couldn’t deny how his words made my heart flutter. Before I realized it, I leaned in and pressed a long, lingering kiss to his lips, completely lost in it. When we finally pulled away from the kiss, I suddenly remembered the soft rose lip gloss I had applied. "Oh my God, my makeup!" I sprang off the sofa, grabbed the mirror, and, just as I feared, my lip gloss had smeared. Orion’s lips were now glistening with a distinct rose lip gloss.

Jeanette replied, a little less audible. Madame Tilly handed her another one, “Speak Louder.” “Not vampy enough!” she yelled and we all turned to look at her. Madame Tilly smiled, “No, no, no. I wasn’t asking you to speak louder. That’s just the name of this one, Speak louder.” “My bad,” She finally picked the Lady Danger. “Now, I’d like to see the lip glass,” Jeanette said. I cocked my eyebrows, “Don’t you mean lip gloss?”

My sister's voice terrified me as I thought immediately about what to say to cover up. "I need a lip gloss," I said quickly as I grabbed her lip gloss immediately from her table and waved it in her front as I smiled. She arched her brow at me questioningly as she crossed her arms. "Is there something, I'm missing out on?" She asked amused with a smirk. "There's no something, I just felt like using a lip gloss," I rolled my eyes applying the pink lip gloss on my lips as I smeared them together giving a pop sound. I smiled at her again as I kept the lip gloss back on her table and walked out stilling my breath.

“Don't make me come over there and drag you out.” “Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming,” I respond with an eye roll and smile. I apply the final touches to my makeup, carefully coating my lips with a layer of strawberry lip gloss. I press my lips together, feeling the cool, sweet sensation of the gloss and then blot them gently with a tissue. I stare into the mirror and when I'm satisfied, I grab my purse and head out to join Liam. We're finally going back to New York after a week of non-stop sex and more sex. This honeymoon turned out to be better than either of us expected.

I hoped Lucas was still coming because although I don’t know the guy, I was in dyer need of a friendly face today, like for real my nerves and confidence were taking the biggest hit I had endured in a very long time. I decided to go with wearing a tinted face moisturiser today, it was way lighter than a foundation and it didn’t cake up and feel thick and with a soft layer of mascara, a brown nude lip gloss would be perfect for my look. I made sure to use my favourite lipliner, you know what they say… feeling yourself is the boost of confidence everyone needs.

How I wish Leila would forgive me. “It’s nothing,” I mutter with a small smile, then point at the second lipstick. “Let’s try this one.” Lia sighs but picks it up and carefully applies the shade to my lips. She leans back, eyes bright. “Wow. Gorgeous. That one was made for you.” I press my lips together, staring at the reflection. Yeah. It does suit me. “Lia,” I whisper, lowering my gaze. “Yes?” She leans closer, suddenly serious. “You don’t like it?”

It's cozy, casual, but doesn't look like I just rolled out of bed. And the color? Green always brings something out in my eyes, makes them look warmer. With my long dark hair, now wavy from drying in a braid, it gives me that soft but serious vibe. Approachable. Quiet. Capable. I lace up my simple black sneakers, scuffed but clean. I grab the little tub of cocoa butter Vaseline off my desk and swipe it over my lips, letting it catch the light just enough to look like lip gloss. A tiny trick I've used since I was sixteen. Cheap and effective.

Sarah must also be a prophetess too, because how the fuck does the glitter eyemakeup look so hot and perfect on me? My deep brown eyes seem to be shining with the gold glitter eyemakeup lined in bright sparkles around my eyes, forming a perfect arrow-tipped arch parallel to the edge of my perfectly carved eyebrows. My brown tan cheeks are tainted in a faint golden brown blush, and thank the heavens, Reece didn't go over board trying to smear all the burgundy lipstick on my full lips. I told her to apply some lipgloss on my lips to give it a shine after she painted them with the lipstick, but can you believe that this girl replied me that she isn't going to do that so as to avoid the lipgloss

I smiled in amusement. "So do I, although my beautiful A*i doesn’t need makeup." I said, caressing her hair. "Will Mama not wear gloss?" She asked curiously. I looked at my matt lips. No, gloss was a no when it came to Dane... The way we kissed we’d both look like a mess before we even got to the restaurant! "No gloss for Mama." I said simply. "Mama, you look very pretty… Daddy will love it." She added cheekily, making me blush.

God , it looked nice on her! "You want me to feed you?" She echoed my request, her face contorted into a sneer. " What else do you want me to do? Wipe your tushy after you've gone number two?" The glossy sheek of her strawberry scented lipgloss had me entranced as her lips moved , every uttered monosyllable bouncing off her vocal cords sounded like the immaculate ring of a cherubim bell mimicking the glorious sound of her voice. My gaze raked the delicate features of her youthful face that seemed to age gracefully, engraving the memory deep into the contours of my mind , like a pirate cherishing his most precious treasures in his treasure chest.