Eira's POV
As I stood, Lucian gently turned me to face him.
"You don't need makeup," he said with certainty. "Just a little lip gloss will do."
He rotated me toward Jason.
Jason had already picked up a sheer, soft pink gloss. I stood there, oddly frozen, as he stepped closer and applied it carefully to my lips.
He was close. Very close. I could smell his scent.
It had been so long since I had been this near to him in such a quiet, intimate way. My heart reacted before my mind could process it. A faint nervousness stirred within me.
My eyes remained fixed on his face. His expression was completely focused, as if he would not allow even the slightest imperfection in his work.
"Done," he said softly, lifting his gaze to meet mine.
He knew I had been staring.
"You look beautiful," he added.
"Thank you," I replied gently, lowering my eyes before they betrayed too much.
Lucian turned me back toward himself, and the admiration in his gaze was impossible to miss.
