FINGERS MOVE ACROSS HER BOTTOM LIP, and she’s painfully aware that it’s nothing more than idle habit as it happens, perhaps paired with a touch of oral fixation. The corner of her mouth is flirting with a smirk, surely some vulgar fantasy unwinding itself within her mind, but that secret is kept behind those lips for the moment. Instead, weight shifts to the side, before finally nodding her head in agreement to whatever was being said. Truly, she hadn’t been listening, but that was beside the point. Hand finally leaves, fingers instead used to point at the canvas she’d been standing in front of.
“It’s missing something.” Finally, a turn, bright eyes looking at him like the answer was stuck somewhere within the man. As if, he’s the one thing that was missing. A small sigh, before hand waves instead. “What do you think?” @elliot-murphy