Magic makeover

Lis sits Lilja down like she’s mounting a crown jewel and goes to work. A single stroke here, a flick there, and the kid’s whole face lights up. Plain Lilja shifts into someone who looks ready to steal hearts, not just show up. The touch of blush on her cheekbone makes her look freshly fucked, and Lis knows it. The moment they lock eyes in the mirror, the air gets thick. Lilja leans back, testing, and her hand finds Lis’s thigh like she’s asking permission without words. Lis doesn’t move away. Instead she gives the brush one last teasing sweep down Lilja’s collarbone and watches a flush crawl under the skin. The rest of the party can wait. These two have just discovered a faster kind of heat.