Do I look okay?
I look up from the mirror where I m applying a thin coat of lip gloss. This is about as good I get. In fact, I can hardly recognize myself after the past few days we ve had. I look way more put together than I feel. I smile at the uncomfortable grimace on Hawk s face.
Instead of his normal club gear, he wears a nice button-down shirt, tucked into a pair of jeans that aren't baggy. I can actually see the outline of his ass as he turns in a circle. His feet aren t covered with dirty motorcycle boots for once either he has on a pair of clean shoes, showing that there is another side to him.
You do, but why are you worried? You said we had this in the bag, I tease, giving him a shy smile, even following it up with a wink. It makes me feel a little lighter to do something
