“At least remove the lipstick,” Eli says as soon as he slips into the back seat beside me. I pout. “But it’s part of the outfit.” “Remove it, Ava.” “Nuh-uh.” I blow him a kiss in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Relax, darling, it’s only lipstick—” The words aren’t completely out of my mouth when his hand wraps around my throat, killing any protest. His face is so close, I can taste the mint off his breath. “Don’t fuck with me, Ava. I do not appreciate sharing my things with others, am I clear?”
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