Joy swiped on several more brush loads of mascara, really liking the way it added drama to her face. She felt washed out from head to toe, as she had skin that barely held a tan, her eyes couldn’t decide if they were blue or gray, and her hair had started to take on more silver than blonde.
“Faded,” she murmured to herself.
But the mascara made her feel younger. Sexier. Seen.
She’d just capped the makeup when someone knocked on her door. Scott’s sexy bass said, “It’s me, Joy. I have your breakfast.”
She practically skipped out of the bathroom and unlatched the protection locks and the deadbolt without double-checking this time. There was just something about daylight that made everything seem less scary.
The sunshine pouring into the room also illuminated Scott’s handsomeness as it hi
