I straightened my collar and picked at my puff before realizing I was preening. Even though Sage hadn't seen me doing so, my cheeks burned at the realization I suddenly wanted to look good. Better than good. For what? To impress her. To get her to admire something about me, even though it was clear gaining her admiration would be near impossible.
oh trust me babe she admires u, enough to want to draw u from ur scalp to the tips of ur toes
