I woke up to the surprise of five distinct lipstick shade kiss marks adorning my skin. A Coral Peach stain adorned my forehead, radiating warmth, while a Dusty Rose mark on my right cheek hinted at spontaneity. On the left cheek, a Coral Orange imprint spoke of passion, and the Mango Tango shade on my neck suggested an exotic encounter. The final touch, a Red Dahlia kiss on my left chest, added a bold and intense note.
As I swiped the mirror blurred with steamy fog, I saw this art of lipstick. Yes, the lipstick was waterproof; no wonder it still left its mark even after the shower. In between this sad and heart-wrenching journey, I had completely forgotten the fact about how mischievous Ava can get, especially with me. However, as I kept looking at those marks, I couldn't help but imagine
