Paige
Dallas is staring at me from the kitchen table as I apply makeup in front of the mirror, groaning for the billionth time. “Why do you have to be so cruel?”
I meet his eyes in the mirror. “Cruel?”
“Mhm,” he leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees while looking tortured. There is a pout on his lips. “When you agreed to paraglide with me, I didn’t expect you to doll yourself up for the occasion.”
“Oh,” disappointment fills my chest. “You don’t like it?” Am I doing too much?
“That’s not what I meant,” he sighs and stares at me intently. “It’s just that you look really good with that red lipstick on. That pouty mouth? I’m tempted to stay at home and see it wrapped around my c**k instead.”
A tingle starts in my toes and travels through my entire body until I’m fluttering all
