Zoey Kagel considers herself quite the artist when it comes to make-up, so when she made her YouTube channel ten-years-ago, she never expected to be identified as the Beauty Hero Of 2020. One viral video later, and she's caught the eye of the music...
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Luke Holland
I feel like I'm on the verge of a relapse, so I need to get away. There's too much going on right now and my head is a fucking mess. I booked a flight to Düsseldorf for this afternoon on the hope that Zoey will come with me too. I know it's a lot to ask, but I can sense she needs the break.
"Are you serious?" she whispers, as she layers the cool face paint over my skin.
There's a few designs she wants to try out, so I'm happily sitting on my bed while she plays around with it.
"Deadly. We can just chill out for a few days to escape the madness. And it'll be good vlogging material for you," I say, finding the brush strokes on my skin terribly therapeutic.
"OK." She laughs. "Yeah, please, that will be lovely."
My grin is ridiculous when I grab her waist to pull her to me. Our eyes connect for a moment or two and then she leans in to kiss me. It's short and sharp, but when she pulls back in shock, I lean in to take her face and kiss her back.
I'm gentle, but fighting my every instinct that says to slide my tongue past her lips and lower her on the bed. Zoey is different. Delicate. Sweet. Reserved. And deserves to be treated as such.
"Luke," she moans, catching herself on a gasp when she edges back. Her cheeks turning rosy.
I slide my fingers through her hair until she calms down. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"I guess I just caught myself off guard."
"It's okay," I whisper, leaning in close enough to see deep in her eyes.
She looks down, before circling back to me with a small smile on her face. "So, tell me more about this trip."
I pull back, not wanting to overwhelm her, speaking while she continues to paint my face. "I have a house out there, so we can stay there. If I'm being honest, I just need some time out, so I'm happy to lounge about and do things at our own pace."
"It sounds perfect to me," she says, biting her bottom lip when she comes closer to inspect her handiwork.
"The only thing I have booked is some time in the studio close by the house. To run over some sounds for our next album. Do you mind?" I ask, struggling to take my eyes from hers.
She shakes her head. "Not at all. I enjoy watching you work."
That forces a big-ass grin on my face. "Good to know, babe. I kind of enjoy watching you work too, especially when it's on me."
Her expression turns all shy and she hurries herself on with finishing my face while I think she couldn't get anymore fucking adorable.
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Our private jet left Heathrow thirty minutes ago and we're already making good time. I'm sprawled out on one of the huge-ass leather chairs while Zoey takes a look around the cabin.
