It’s the first time I’ve seen her lips bare of red stain. I imagine it’s a rare sight—one that John doesn’t deserve. I get the inkling that her red lips are her armor, and I’d love nothing more than to be the one to strip it away and behold her at her most vulnerable. To see her face as bare as her body, lying on her back with her legs spread wide for me, her beautiful eyes sparkling up at me as she waits for me to worship her.
