Sugar Baby Lips -

“Admiring,” he said. “The most honest part of you.”

“I’m not most people.”

“I’m saying,” he reached out and, for the second time, traced her lower lip with his finger. But this time, he didn’t admire it like a collector. He touched it like a man touching something fragile. “I’m saying I don’t want sugar baby lips. I want yours. Chapped. Bitten. Real.” sugar baby lips

“Someone who is very tired of being a collection,” she whispered. “Admiring,” he said