Adonis In Repose

Kira tiptoed over to his chair, nervous and sceptical. Would he really like the gift? She did learn about his predilection, odd as it was, straight from the horse’s mouth. To be honest, she found it peculiar, and a little icky. She wore gloves and washed her hands three times afterwards, but she could still feel the sticky mucus on her fingers. Austyn was a bit of a neat freak and germaphobe. Why would he like something that many others found gross? As Kira stood face to face with Austyn, she suddenly noticed how long his eyelashes were. Long, lush, thick. If he was ever out of work, he could hire on as Maybelline’s Lash Sensational Sky High mascara model, Kira thought enviously. She paused to admire the man’s face sculpted by the loving hands of a divinity. When he wasn’t scowling, or intimidating others with his sharp eyes, or spouting insults from his thin lips, he could be so serene looking. Like Adonis in repose. His face was slightly upturned, eyes closed like he was making a wis