‘How about now?’
They both shake their heads.
‘Can we lose the leggings?’ Harper says.
‘And put on what instead?’ I say.
‘Nothing. Just a peek of naked leg. Like you’ve just had sex and put on the hoodie—’ Harper says.
‘That could work! And rumple her hair,’ Penny says.
‘No,’ I say. ‘Absolutely not.’
‘What about,’ Jesse says. ‘What about if you sit over here by the window, with the lamp light? Just wearing a normal top. And no props.’
Harper looks unconvinced.
I take off the hoodie, and sit in leggings and a plain white T-shirt.
‘Can I?’ Jesse says, holding out a tissue.
‘I can wipe my own nose.’ I lean away from him.
‘No, I was going to wipe off a bit of the eyeliner.’
‘No! That’s my gothic masterpiece!’ Harper says.
‘Just a little. Just so she looks a bit more…’
‘A bit more what?’
‘A bit more like herself.’
‘Fine.’
Jesse gets close to me with the tissue and I look up at him. My heart is suddenly racing, and I feel a little breathless.
‘Do you know what you’re doing?’ I say. I am trying to stall him from getting any closer. I need my heart to slow down first. I need to regroup.
‘I’ve put make-up on and off my little sisters lots of times,’ he says.
‘Okay,’ I say.
‘Close your eyes,’ he says softly.
I hesitate, and then close my eyes.
He gently touches the tissue to the side of my eyelids, and softly dabs. His knuckles brush my skin. I swallow. I’m scared I’m blushing. What is wrong with me?
‘Okay,’ he says.
I open my eyes. He’s still very close to me.
‘Wait, let me…Look up,’ he says. His voice, quiet and close to me like this, makes goosebumps appear on my neck. I hope no one notices.
He dabs under my eyes too, so gently the tissue barely seems to be touching my skin.
‘Done,’ he says, and picks up a phone and takes a few photos.