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“Eyeliner, jewelry, jacket, hair, boots. We're ready.”
Tabitha hums, tapping the bottle of eyeliner on her lip. “Something’s missing.”
Courtney groans. “Come on, David’s already at the venue.”
“How about…” She reaches across her dresser and grabs a tube. “Lipstick?”
“Your lipstick.”
“What's mine is yours." She smirks. "Stay still, pucker up.”
It’s an order that Courtney follows as Tabitha draws the deep black color onto her lips.
“That’s better. Now we can-“
She is interrupted by Courtney kissing her cheek five times in quick succession.
Courtney pulls away, pleased as ever. “Needed to blot it out. Now we’re ready.”