Secrets Behind The Mask
When she faced him again, he reached out, his fingertips gently brushing against the edge of her mask, tracing where it met her skin.
"This is new," he observed, his voice neutral. "More coverage than before."
Honey's breath caught. "Yes, Sir."
His fingers slid along the edge of the mask, then down to her chin, tilting her face carefully toward the light. Despite the mask's coverage, his eyes narrowed, focusing on what little could be seen of her cheek beneath it.
"I'm not sure I like it… next time wear a smaller mask," he said.
"Sir, I… okay."
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