Sugar Baby Lips -

One night, six months in, she did.

“Because,” he said, touching her jaw, turning her face toward the light, “your lips are the most beautiful lie I’ve ever seen.” sugar baby lips

“And who is that?”

That night, he came home early. She was in the bathroom, wiping off her makeup. He stood in the doorway, watching her in the mirror. She was using a cotton round to remove her lipstick—a deep berry stain she wore only for him. As she wiped, the color came away in streaks, revealing the pale, bare skin beneath. One night, six months in, she did

She stepped closer, her bare lips inches from his. Without the gloss, they looked younger, more vulnerable. He could see the fine lines where she chewed the inside of her cheek, the tiny scar from a childhood fall. He stood in the doorway, watching her in the mirror