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.

about was Blair. She filled his head.

Every one of them

the screen of his phone. He found the picture and stared at it, longer this time,

her so much, he

Wesley was like a

enough to get the makeup remover, she grabbed a cotton swab and

it deep under the rest of the detritus in there. Behind the suntan lotion, underneath

went to bed,

visit. She tossed and turned

spring and reached for her phone out of reflex. It was a two-second message from

it excitedly and put

he said. He was breathing heavily, as

nice.”‘ Blair thought

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