" Close your eyes, Navaya."
Navaya's brow shot up doubtingly but she still did what he told her to. She closed her eyes, hoping that letting him do her makeup wouldn't be the worst decision of her life. Trusting him with her face and praying he doesn't break that trust by doing something completely other than help her get ready, despite a part of her wishing he would.
What the fuck? Why would she want that? If not for anything, Navaya should get offended if he chose to do something else, not wishing he would.
She eventually tuned out her brain, it was useless at this point. It did nothing but give her stupid thoughts.
For the next Twenty minutes, Johnny's strokes and breath on Navaya's skin set her ablaze, only getting worse when his fingers met her lips in a light rub.
It was always the light touches that did the most damage.
