The prominence of her cheekbones was accentuated by a translucent blush and a flock of tiny freckles scattered across the bridge of her slightly up-turned nose as if flushed from hiding by a predator. She had plucked her eyebrows into elegant little punctuation marks of a Romance language – accent aigu frowning at accent grave, an astonished pair of circumflexes, sexy cedillas. Her naturally long eyelashes were dense with mascara and her eyelids bore the slightest smudges of gray, as if she had rubbed sleep from them after handling newsprint. Mandy insisted that her eyes were blue, but they had always looked dark green to Kim, as hard and luminous as polished malachite.
Be My Be My Be My Little AB Scene 34
