Page 65 of The Recovery Coach
“Then why am I wearing this?”she asked, shoving her arm down the front to adjust her boobs.
“Lover liked it.And I thought it would look good.”Hazy shrugged.He picked out a pair of short black boots for her to wear and then dug through her little jewelry box.
“Ugh, fine.It’s pretty.”
She sat on the chair at her desk and slipped her feet into the ankle boots, zipping them up at the sides.Hazy moved to stand behind her and flipped on the curling iron to heat while he did her makeup.
“I can do my own makeup,” Livy argued.
“But I haven’t gotten to do it in ages,” he whined.
“Because you’re kinda bad at it,” she said.
Hazy took offense.“That’s not fair.You have more practice than me.If I did my makeup, my team would call me crazy.I’m forced to survive on good grooming and a hot bod to attract anyone.”
Livy pressed her lips into a line.“You should let me do the makeup.”
“I have a whole vision.Let it happen.”
She checked the time.There were still two hours until Lover would pick her up.
“We have plenty of time if I fuck it up,” Hazy prodded.
She gave a hesitant nod.
Hazy did a mini-celly at the win.He moved two vases of flowers out of the way to find Livy’s makeup bag.
“The flowers are out of fucking hand,” he said.
Deliveries had arrived throughout the day.If Hazy wasn’t so damn annoyed, he’d find it adorable.
Livy smiled.“It’s cute.You said he’s never had a girlfriend, right?”
“He still doesn’t have a girlfriend.A first date doesn’t constitute a relationship.”The words girlfriend and boyfriend in relation to Livy and Lover gave him acid-reflux.
“He’s trying.Which is more than can be said for most guys.”
“He’s going to be the best husband for someone someday,” he said.
“Someone.”
“Yep.”
“But not me?”
Hazy dug through Livy’s makeup bag and thought through his words carefully, not wanting to seem pessimistic.“I don’t think so, no.”
“Why?”
He couldn’t answer without giving away his jealousy.Laying out the products he would need, he softened his voice to say, “I don’t know.”
Livy stayed quiet after his answer, her eyes never leaving him.He focused on picking out her makeup.When he came across the same eyeshadow palette she’d had as a teenager, he pulled it out and waved it around dramatically, desperate to lighten the mood.
“Um, Livy?”he asked.“Why the hell haven’t you changed eyeshadows since high school?”
She covered her mouth with both hands to stifle her laughter.Hazy opened the palette.Several of the colors were almost empty, and the pan he’d broken during one of their experiments was missing.This was the exact same one, not just the same brand.
“Oh.My.God.You’re going to get an eye infection!”
