Chapter 93
Finally, finally, we were ready to go. Ivy had a gorgeous post orgasmic glow, her makeup had her staring at herself in the mirror for so long that I had to drag her away from it, and she spun around like I’d done a full Cinderella transformation or something. “Is this why you call it war paint? Because it makes you look like someone else?” she asked tilting her head as she did so, “Somebody stronger?” I was iffy confirming any part of that, because that could quite easily give a girl a complex and I’d be damned if I did that to Ivy. “No, it helps you feel like the strongest version of yourself,” I said trying to find the right words to get across what I meant, “It’s like a reminder, that today you said f**k it. I chose to be brave.” She smiles, and it’s radiant. “I like that,” she tel
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