Gorgeous | Liz & Tristan
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The blondes head canted to the side like that of a wild bird. She barely noticed as strands of her soft hair fell to cover one of her ice blue eyes. She had to blink three or four times before she registered that the face she was touching spoke to her. The smile that pulled at her lush painted lip was lopsided as she tilted her head the other way. Her finger moved to slide over his lip before it fell away to be sucked into her mouth.
The handful of pills she had taken mixed with the liquor she washed them down with clouded her mind in the most blissful way. “Fuck you pretty boy at least your being touched.” She giggled as if it were a privilege that she had touched his face. The girl was a wreck. “God your face is gorgeous.” She purred as she kicked her legs over the arm of the chair she sat in. His feet bobbed as her black heel hung off her toes.
Maybe she hadn’t heard him.
His lower lip parted from his upper as her cold thumb traced it, eyes never leaving her own blues. Her thumb spanned his lip before coming to her own, forcing a snort from Tristan and a raise of his brows. “Wow.
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you.” It didn’t even need a question mark at the end. The way she was fawning over his features was answer enough. Tristan sat back in his seat as Liz got comfortable in her own, one corner of his mouth dimpled. No, he wasn’t mad about her cold hands or how strung out she was and he wasn’t. Enough ego stroking made you turn a blind eye to some things.
“It’s a money maker.” His eyes fell to her dangling shoe, fingers undulating against his chair arm. “And the best seat in the house.”