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“Magnolia,” he mutters, causing me to lift my chin to look up at his lucid blue eyes that glimmer with nothing but mischief. “You got paint on your cheek.”
He doesn’t wait for me to react to remove it myself but reaches up to run a thumb down the substance, which only comes over to brush down my lower lip, too.
“I like you like this. All creative and shit. Your hair wrapped up in a messy bun, you still wearing your work. You’re fucking beautiful, Mags.”
I swallow, but that’s all my body can function to do. Breathing is completely out of the question because my lungs have already seized, causing my chest to burn from lack of air.
He’s going to kill me.
I wonder if that’s ever been a thing for someone else. Just collapsing on the floor because there’s not enough oxygen creeping up to your head, caused solely from someone else’s nearness. What would they even call that?
“Can you do me a favor?” I only blink at him because it’s all I can do. “Can you not wash this off?”
“W-why?”
“Because I don’t want to fuck up the illusion of how you normally are because I’m here.”
I groan inwardly but find the strength to straighten my spine against the fingers that still slightly brush underneath my jaw. “How do you know I wouldn’t do that anyway?”
“Because you didn’t even look in the mirror before coming out here,” he replies confidently. “And I’d love for you to sit in my lap during the game, but I know that’s highly out of the question, and I really want to fucking kiss you right now.”
“Asher—”
“I won’t,” he retorts, as if he already knows what I’m going to say. “Tonight. I won’t kiss you tonight, Mags, but any other day is off the table.”
I give him a nod to show that I understand that I’m completely screwed.
