Caitlyn traces her finger tips across closed lashed, the fluttering making Vis cheeks and eyelids twitch.
She then moves to the freckles. Each spot getting light taps, and each cluster having a constolation traced into it.
Then comes the scars. Each nook being handled with such gentle care makes Vis lips twitch. Caitlyn shushes her, smoothing her hand down the soft forehead.
Her nails trace the uneven nose bridge, over to trace the uneven cheek bones, then finally down to trace the uneven jaw bone.
Long thumbs smooth over pudge cheeks, wrapped hands lacing with naked.
"What moisturizer do you use?"
"Some little tub i nabbed from my mother."
