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I officially discoveredmy favorite way to spend time was to have sex, eat brownies, and then have sex again.
Honor and I both needed to work the next day, but that was of little importance. Technically, we had the same boss.
“It’s not fair how pretty you are,” I said as I stroked her hair. Somehow, it was still perfect. Apparently, Honor was just one of those people who was blessed in the looks department.
“I’m not that pretty,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And it’s a lot of work.”
“You look perfect right now, what are you talking about?”
“Layne. I have breast implants and eyelash extensions and if my mother was still in charge of me, I’d be getting filler and Botox.”
“Botox? What the fuck do you need Botox for? You’re a baby,” I said.
Honor made a face. “I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to refer to me as a baby in that context when we’re naked together. Doesn’t seem right.”
“Yeah, it felt bad saying it, sorry about that. You need another brownie?” I asked.
“No, I couldn’t possibly eat another one,” she said, touching her stomach.
“My point is, that it takes effort to look the way I do every day. I’m going to have to get up in,” she said, looking at the clock, “two hours and fifteen minutes and start getting ready. I brought everything I’d need.”
I wasn’t going to lie, the prospect of watching Honor get ready was like being invited into her inner sanctum. I mean, her other inner sanctum.
“Can I watch?” I asked.
“I guess so?” Honor said. “It’s not that interesting, I promise you.”
“Oh, I think it’s going to be very interesting.”
Honor laughed. “You are a strange creature, Layne.”
“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” I said.
“Correct,” Honor said.
Chapter Eighteen
I knewhow apply makeup for the rare occasions when I wore it, but there was little else involved in my morning routine. I had a concept of other people taking an hour or more to get ready, but I would always rather sleep or spend that energy on making a big breakfast. Or masturbating.
At first, as Honor started getting ready, she ignored me, but then I asked a few questions and she started narrating what she was doing.
“I feel like I’m filming a tutorial video,” Honor said.
“You should. I’d watch it.”
“Not my thing,” she said, picking up a brush and adding highlighter to her cheekbones.
“I’m afraid one of these days the twins are going to ask me to start a video channel or something and then I’ll be roped into saying things like ‘like and subscribe!’ and then I’ll have to quit,” I said.
I’d brought a chair into my bathroom so I could observe as she leaned over the counter and studied her reflection in the mirror as she added another layer to her face.
Honor used the fanciest contraption I’d ever seen to give herself those perfect waves and then it was time for her to dress.
“Zip me up?” she asked, turning her back so I could help her with the gold zipper on her black dress.
I reached the top of the zipper and placed a little kiss on her back.
