The boss (english translation)

He reachs next to me and he wets his thumb between his rosy lips- I realize what he is doing only when I find that finger on my chin - focused on rubbing softly my skin.

"You've got a spot of lipstick." whispers husky-voiced.

Two big green eyes are curiously peering me, a mild smile make his space on the boy's face letting his teeth half-seen. There is a little hint of dimples on his cheeks while his thumb is still trying to gently remove that burgundy mark. I remain still and speechless. I am so embarassed! Hey, an unknown guy is cleaning up my chin with his spit!
I finally take control of my body so I get him away from me stretching my arms against his shoulders.

"So who are you supposed to be, then?" I ask, irritated.

[...]

"I'm Harry Styles." he says with a smug attitude, after a few seconds and lifts up his chin.