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“What’s wrong with my face?” I asked with a frown, latching on to the last thing he’d said in an attempt to settle my chaotic thoughts. “Nothing. It’s perfect.”
“Why’d you say it like that?” “Because if I knew professors looked like you, maybe I would have tried to go to college.” One day I would stop saying the first thing that popped into my head. Today was obviously not that day. “You flirting with me?”
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I said impulsively while he sniffed another sample.
“Keep those eyes open for me beautiful.”
“You’re so fucking pretty, Zariah.”
“I hear it in your voice. You don’t believe shit that I’m saying, but I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”
“Look at me.” Slowly, she peeled her eyes halfway open and met my gaze with lust covering her pretty face. So. Fucking. Pretty.
She already knew I would give her whatever she wanted, but it was cute that she’d asked.
The only way I could describe how good she looked was by equating it to the giddy feeling I got whenever she was near. The physical manifestation of pure bliss.
“I can’t know you want something and not give it to you.”
Webb turned his head and looked at Majesty sideways. “You want a ring?”
