Page 132 of The Vacation Mix-Up
“But I have hair on my face, and you said it’s not good for hair.”
“We can avoid your beard.”
He lets out a grumble and cups his hand for her, and if my fingers weren’t covered in oozing mud, I’d clap with excitement.
“You do me, and I’ll do you,” I say, stepping up to him.
His sexy eyes crinkle.
“You know what I mean, Riley,” I huff out. “Follow my lead, okay?”
Using my pointer finger, I paint the white silica mixture onto his cheeks, nose, and forehead, carefully avoiding his eyes and making a wide birth around his neatly trimmed upper lip, jaw, and chin. When I’m done, I stand back, admiring my artwork, before bursting into laughter. “Now you definitely look like Edward Scissorhands.”
He stretches his face. “And this is meant to be good for your skin? It feels like plaster.”
“Yes.” I lift my chin and press my lips together. “My turn.”
Riley dabs my face as if he’s pushing buttons.
“You have to swipe not poke,” I explain, blinking with every dab. “And don’t get it up my nose.”
He pauses. “I won’t if you stop talking.”
“Sorry.”
“Stop.”
“Sorry.”
“Goddamn it, Riles. Shut up!”
Pressing my lips together again, I desperately try not to laugh, my throat squealing under the restraint.
He pauses again. “Go on, let it out.”
Shaking my head, I gather my composure instead.
“You sound like a monkey.”
How rude!
“I do not!” I exclaim, jerking my chin down, the tip of his finger probing my nostril. I flinch and cover my face with my hands. “Ow! You just picked my nose.”
He throws his head back, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “Sorry. But you gotta shut up and stop moving!”
“And you need to stop treating my face like a touch screen.”
Continuing to chuckle, he finishes his assault and leans back. “There. All done, panda girl.”
“What?”
“You look like a panda. You have black shit all over your eyes.”
“I do? Oh, crap! My mascara!”
“I told you not to worry about makeup. You don’t need it.”
“And I told you it’s not a matter of needing it or not,” I grouch, wiping my eyes and regretting it the moment I do. “Peanut butter! It burns.”
