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Drawing the hair at his temples between my fingers, I carefully evaluate the situation. "Having second thoughts, or are you still good with our plan?"
He naturally tries to look in the mirror, but I'm all he sees. "I trust you."
"Bueno." I smile, turning to slide my favorite pair of shears from my leather instrument roll.
I catch him studying my ass in the mirror. What's wrong, Baby? You can't puzzle out where that lace disappeared to?
I squeeze his bicep through the cape. "Before we start, can I offer you coffee, tea, water …anything?"
"Oh…no, thanks… I'm good."
A/N: We know you're good, Swee' Pea! ~BOH