Romans & histoires Sunkissed Freckles

And if it’s an issue, I’ll arrange a solution. She rakes her top teeth over her bottom lip, contemplating my words. We’re close enough that I can see a small splatter of freckles underneath her thin layer of makeup. I don’t remember seeing them last week, but then again, it was dark when we were reunited. The new freckles make a constellation along her cheekbones. I want to get closer so I can study every single one of them, something that takes me by surprise and elicits a foreign feeling in my chest.

Lucas slowly and frightfully puts the sunscreen back in his pocket. "You all ready to leave?" the driver asks. "Well, now we are." I try my hardest not to turn around and give Sarah the nastiest look I can muster. Sebastian looks back once at me, widening his eyes suddenly. "Damn! Freckles!" He yells. I sigh, "Yes, Sebastian. I have freckles. I didn't have time to do my makeup this morning." "You know what, I think I've come up with a new nickname."

It was pastel blue, rimmed with sugar, and garnished with a paper umbrella that’s already flipped sideways in the heat. Meanwhile, Adrien was beside me. He laid flat on his stomach, his skin glowing with sunscreen and an afternoon light. His back was a canvas of sun-kissed skin. I rolled to my side to face him, tracing the scattered freckles along his shoulder with my eyes. Fifty-seven, they were. Well, at least until when I could count them and before I got distracted by the way one disappears beneath the edge of his waistband.

"Does Ms. Solace like freckles? Why didn't I have any?" "I have an idea…" Unbeknownst to Larissa, her words of comfort had started a new fashion trend in the company. The next day at work, she found out that all the female employees had freckles. Since Starlight Entertainment was an entertainment company, most of the celebrities quickly caught on to the trend. They thought this was the latest trend, so, they all started creating similar looks. The fans were perplexed when they saw most celebrities wearing freckles with their makeup.

They were easily larger than my palm, and I doubted that I could have fit my entire mouth around either one of them. Tiny beauty marks freckled her skin, each little dark speck making her look more real-- more textured. Soap bubbles still clung in delicate clusters along the tops of her breasts, but they were slowly sliding downward, forming lazy rivers that flowed between her tits and plopped onto the upper curve of that massive, wonderful belly. The downward flow of suds occasionally covered the few tiny moles peppering the skin on her stomach, revealing one little brown dot just as they would obscure another.

All that sweetness from before is gone, and left is a cranky monster. "I don't have any freckles..." I'm having trouble not laughing. "You do." "Bullshit." "It's true!" "No..." I snort. "I'm not making it up!" Zane doesn't look like he believes me, so I reach out my arm to touch the bridge of his nose with the tip of my finger. "Here," I tap the area multiple times, "And here," Zane glares at me, and I smile even broader. I think freckles are adorable, especially on such a big man like Zane. "And this one right here is my favorite."

“We are not having twins. Ever.” “You might not get a choice Ladybird. My hazel eyes, your pretty red hair, and your freckles. I want them to have your freckles.” He traced the ones on her nose with his thumb. “I counted them this morning while you slept. You have thirty-six freckles on your face and neck. I think the sunshine has brought them out.” Her heart clenched at his words. “You counted my freckles?” “I was distracting myself. I wanted to be inside you again, but you were sleeping so well so I thought I’d let you sleep and keep busy.”

she asked, already knowing. “Chasing freckles.” “Freckles?” she replied in surprise, self-consciously scrunching her nose because he was looking at it. She had freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. “I love your freckles, here and here, and here,” he intimately whispered, following the direction of the freckles from her face to her body. She certainly had them inside her gown. “I would like to kiss them all, but I’m afraid it will disrupt your time for resting.”

I wanted the moment to last forever and become infinite in my imagination. I leaned against the driver's side car’s window. “I really don’t know what I’m waiting for, Cassiel." “Have you forgotten your keys?” He scrunched his nose, showcasing faint freckles splattered on the skin and as my eyes traced them, I realised a small section of these orange-brown freckles were hugely evident on his cheekbones. "Can you do something about it?" I chuckled. “Yes, oh yeah. I forgot my keys to my dorm room."

When he spread her legs, he found more freckles. “How do you have freckles even here?” He traced them, the explosion of tiny dots. He could feel her shrug. “Your guess is as good as mine.” He laughed, drawing patterns on her thigh. As he moved upward, he kissed her hip, finding a pale white scar about the size of a dime. “What happened here?” he asked. She looked down. “Oh, that? Fell off my bike when I was six onto some gravel. I was alone and I walked all the way home, crying.”