Page 75 of Psync
“Are you going to at least tell me what you’re doing to my face?”
“Nope!” Alice chirped.
“Remember I’m washing this off as soon as you’re finished.”
“After I’ve taken a picture for posterity, yes, you may.”
“Just don’t post it anywhere.”
“Oh, I’m posting it everywhere.” She promised merrily.
He pulled away from her brush. “Alice!”
“Don’t move! You’re going to ruin it.” She held out against Eli’s pout for twenty seconds. “Okay, fine. I’ll only post it on the club Facebook page.”
Their club was small, maybe nobody would see it?
Eli presented his face again. “Deal.”
He was proud of himself, actually. Alice wasn’t touching him, but her brushes were. Unlike when he’d dyed her hair—where he also used a brush and only really ever touched her hair, not her skin—this time he wasn’t in control of the touching, so he hadn’t been sure if it would be okay. However, when he closed his eyes and allowed her to do her thing, it turned out to be surprisingly soothing.
He let out a small hum of pleasure as Alice traced a soft brush over one cheek. His phone buzzed, and he ignored it. Whoever it was could wait. This was nice.
“Okay, bear with me here, Eli. I’m going to try not to touch you, but I might slip.”
Eli nodded, not really listening. He was half asleep in his chair.
Until she started sticking things to his face.
Wrong
Eli twitched.
“Sorry!”
Eli felt a few more dots of sticky cold touch his face as Alice applied more things to his cheeks.
Wrong
Eli’s fingers twitched.
Wrong
“I swear I’m not doing this on purpose.” Alice said, there was a hint of panic to her voice. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, it’s fine. You can keep going.” It really wasn’t that bad. It was only Alice, after all. His internal defenses were barely kicking up a fuss.
“And one more . . .”
Wrong
“I’m finished!”
His phone rang, and he answered it.
“Who keeps touching you?” Haruka asked. His voice was arctic.
“I’ll be right back,” Eli said to Alice and went out into the hall.
