Burning Passion: Love Never Die

The pic she sent was a selfie. She sat in front of her dressing table, in a strapless peach nightgown. Her dark, lustrous hair, which was usually tied up, fell loose around her shoulders. She wore no makeup except the Lipstick Wesley bought her.

Wesley’s hand shook a little, and the enlarged image snapped back to its normal size.

“You’re quiet. That bad? Never mind. I’ll take it down,” Blair said.

Before she deleted the pic, Wesley saved it.

“I just wanted to let you know that not all lipstick is red. This one is buttermilk with a brownish tint. You can call it a Mocha Lipstick shade.”

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Holding his phone in his Left hand, and a cigarette between his fingers of his right, Wesley leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.

filled his head. Her smile, her voice… the gentle Blair,

the angry Blair… Every one of them

across the screen of his phone. He found the picture and stared

her so much,

Wesley was like a slap in the face.

him the photo. Not even patient enough to get the makeup remover, she grabbed a cotton swab and started to remove the lipstick. She was frustrated,

she tossed the Lipstick into a drawer and buried it deep under the rest of the detritus in there. Behind the suntan lotion, underneath the loofah, mixed in with all the

went to bed, leaving the

and turned in bed, wondering why

spring and reached for her phone out of reflex. It was

excitedly and put

look very nice,” he said. He was breathing heavily, as if he was

Blair thought the world was