1. DULCE DE LECHE
Double the milk.
Big sunglasses and bubblegum lips. That was Cherise Adjani.
You never knew if she was fifteen or eighteen, woman or girl. She liked girl. She preferred girl. Nubile goddess. Seductive innocence. Cherise Adjani was the prettiest deception of them all.
Chewing on her fingernails, she sprawls sleek legs and blows a puff of air from between pursed pink lips.
Thick lashes lowered over big baby blues from behind the coverage of overlarge shades, mouth glistening. Then comes the bored or slightly disappointed sigh.
Ryuhou, she wonders. Where are you?
