You sat on the plush sofa, watching as Mel leaned over her vanity, carefully applying her signature purple lipstick. The small, deliberate movements of her hand mesmerized you, her elegance as effortless as ever.

She caught your gaze in the mirror and smiled—a faint, knowing curve of her lips that sent warmth flooding through you. “What?” she asked teasingly, her voice smooth like velvet.

“Nothing,” you replied, though the corners of your mouth betrayed you with a grin. “Just admiring the view.”

Mel turned, her expression playful as she sauntered toward you, her silk robe swishing softly with each step. “Oh, you like the view, do you?” she mused, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.

Before you could reply, she stopped in front of you, tilting her head. “You’ve been working too hard,” she said softly, her tone shifting into something gentler. “Sit still for me, won’t you?”

You raised an eyebrow but complied. “What are you up to, Mel?”

She didn’t answer, only smiled as she climbed gracefully onto the sofa, straddling your lap. Her sudden proximity made your heart race, her golden presence overwhelming in the best way.

“Close your eyes,” she commanded softly, and though you hesitated for a moment, the warmth in her voice made it impossible to refuse.

You felt the faintest brush of her lips on your temple first—soft, deliberate, and warm. Then another, just above your brow. Then one on your cheek.

When you opened your eyes to glance at her, Mel gave you a mock-stern look. “I said close your eyes,” she chided, though her voice held a laugh.

You obeyed again, and she continued, her kisses scattered across your face—your forehead, the bridge of your nose, your jawline. Each press of her lips was firm yet fleeting, leaving behind a trail of tingling warmth.

It wasn’t until you heard her smother a chuckle that your curiosity got the better of you. “What’s so funny?” you asked, cracking one eye open.

Her laugh finally escaped, rich and melodic. “Look at yourself,” she said, pulling a hand mirror to you.