Jesse is waiting at the foot of the staircase when I walk downstairs. He is freshly showered and changed and he is in another official suit. He looks alluring; midnight black hair all shiny and tousled, his face like that of a dark archangel, his posture full of command and confidence.
He is watching me as I take careful steps down the stairs and he keeps looking at my face even after I get to him.
"Do I have something on my face?" I ask when the edges of his eyes crease in a small frown.
"You look different."
"That's probably because I forgot my make-up bag in my apartment. I know I look like shit."
"No, you look beautiful. Different in a good way; you know. You don't need make-up, Ava."
I scoff.
"Don't give me that s**t. I've used make-up almost all my life."
"And I'm telling
