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Excuse me?
“Why?”
“You’ll cover your freckles.”
“So?”
“We love your freckles.”
Oh. They do?
Well, I guess that makes sense.
“Okayyy… then why did you buy it?” I ask.
“I didn’t.” Rot picks up more products and tosses them in the trash. “Coffin got this stuff. On his last run, he went to one of those expensive beauty stores, showed them a picture of you, and they loaded him up.”
Um. I did not expect that. This is more up Rot’s alley than Coffin’s. Someone must have twisted his arm.
“Did he complain?”
“About what?”
“Going to a store like that.”
“No.” Rot frowns like he doesn’t get the question. “Why would he?”
“Because that sounds like torture for him.”
“It was for you, and it was his idea.”
Oh.
“It was?”
Rot nods and kisses my cheek. As we get readytogether, my mind whirls a thousand miles an hour, trying to picture Coffin in a beauty store, talking to women without snarling at them. I snicker at the thought as Rot helps me into my dress and buttons up the back. We work together to tame my wild curls and select the perfect shade of nude lipstick to complement the sexy Gothic vibe. Once we’re finished, Rot steps back, whistles, and fans his face. “Damn.”
“What?” I twirl.
“If it wouldn’t rip your dress, I’d bend you over the bed and fuck the life outta you.”
“If you did that, I’d be dead.”
Rot throws his head back and laughs—deep and yummy. “Christ, Red. Never change. Ever. You’re perfect.”
I’m not.
Not even close.
But I’m okay with that. Nobody’s perfect.
Dodging his compliment, I address his outfit selection. “If I’m wearing this…” I sweep a hand down the length of my dress. “What are you wearing?”
“This.” He mimics me.
“Jeans and boots?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “Is that a problem?”
