Being 24 and recently laid off from my job was not all it was cracked up to be. But one job application-that I filled out only because my best friend has the best puppy dog eyes-changed it all.
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"Cupcake! They're here!" I froze, the makeup brush hovering over my cheek as I added a bit more blush. Except now I didn't need to.
"Cupcake! They're here!" I mumbled in a soft, high-pitched voice. "That damn nickname," I grumbled, and set the brush down. "Like he doesn't know what it does to me every time he says it."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was feeling... Off. Ever since I left Hobi's studio, after the outrageously hot make-out session and the soft, tender kisses that followed, I left wanting... More. I loved the kissing and the brief touches. But that's all they were.
Brief.
I thought for sure I'd shy away from sex at first. The idea of having seven different partners was intimidating initially, but now I felt like things were going too slow. I wasn't committed to the idea of sleeping with one of them, but like, maybe touching an ab or two would help my thirst.
I left the bathroom when I heard a soft knock on my door. "Come in," I said. Jin peeked his head in and grinned, reminding me of a similar situation that had happened not too long ago.
"I wonder if you taste like one, too."
I shook the words from my head. The last thing I needed was to blush any deeper.
"Hey, Jin," I smiled as if there wasn't an internal battle going on between my body and brain... One that the latter was definitely losing.
"Hey, I wasn't sure if you heard me earlier."
Oh, I heard.
His lips twitched, and I cleared my throat. "Yup, just have to check everything one more time." I looked in the mirror and ran my gaze from head to toe. I styled my hair pin-straight; it was glossy and soft from the oil I put in it. It fell to my elbows when my arms were at my sides, letting me know I needed to get it trimmed soon.
My collarbone and chest shimmered softly thanks to the body-butter I used that had a little sparkle in it. It popped nicely against the silk, dusty pink dress that fit almost too perfectly. As if it was made for me and me alone.
The straps were thin and soft against my shoulders, while the rest of the dress made me feel like I was wading through warm, luxurious water. The neckline swooped softly; enough to give me a boost of confidence as I gazed at myself. Throughout the body of the dress, the material overlapped a few times, giving it texture, and making it look like a second skin.
The bottom of the dress fell evenly with my knees, but there was a deep slit that started mid-thigh and went all the way down, leaving about half of my lower body visible.
I glanced at the shoes I paired it with. They were strappy heels of a similar color, and I nodded in approval. The only thing missing was a purse, but that was already waiting for me on my bed, as I picked it out when I did the rest of the outfit.
