The pic she sent was a selfie. She sat in front of her dressing table, in a strapless peach nightgown.


    Her dark, lustrous hair, which was usually tied up, fell loose around her shoulders. She wore no


    makeup except the Lipstick Wesley bought her.


    Wesley’s hand shook a little, and the erged image snapped back to its normal size.


    “You’re quiet. That bad? Never mind. I’ll take it down,” ir said.


    Before she deleted the pic, Wesley saved it.


    “I just wanted to let you know that not all lipstick is red. This one is buttermilk with a brownish tint. You


    can call it a Mocha Lipstick shade.”


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    Holding his phone in his Left hand, and a cigarette between his fingers of his right, Wesley leaned


    against the wall with his eyes closed.


    The only thing he could think about was ir. She filled his head. Her smile, her voice… the gentle


    ir, the mischievous ir, the aloof


    ir, the angry ir… Every one of them was adorable.


    His finger slid across the screen of his phone. He found the picture and stared at it, longer this time,


    mesmerized.


    He missed her so much, he realized.


    The silence from Wesley was like a p in the face. ir felt humiliated.


    She regretted ever sending him the photo. Not even patient enough to get the makeup remover, she


    grabbed a cotton swab and started to remove the lipstick. She was frustrated, angrily wiping her face


    clean.


    Afterwards, she tossed the Lipstick into a drawer and buried it deep under the rest of the detritus in


    there. Behind the suntan lotion, underneath the loofah, mixed in with all the other shades she rarely


    touched.


    Then she went to bed, leaving the desk Lamp on.


    But sleep seemed reluctant to visit. She tossed and turned in bed, wondering why Wesley never


    replied.


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    When her phone buzzed, she jerked up like a spring and reached for her phone out of reflex. It was a


    two-second message from Wesley.


    She clicked on it excitedly and put her phone to her ear.


    “You look very nice,” he said. He was breathing heavily, as if he was running.


    ‘Not “nice” but “very nice.”‘ ir thought the world was bright and beautiful again.


    “But why did it take him so Long to reply? And I already deleted it. If he just saw my message, he


    shouldn’t have been able to see the photo.’


    To solve the puzzle, she asked, “Who Looks nice?”


    “You do. In your pic,” he typed.


    So he did see it. ir didn’t know what to say. She sent him an ellipsis andy down, but still couldn’t


    sleep. This time it was because of the thrill. She could almost hear her heart drumming, beating hard


    against her chest.


    Three minutester, she slipped out of her nket, took the lipstick out of the drawer, and put it in the


    most conspicuous spot on the vanity. Now, she was ready to sleep.


    Wesley had already started his run, making good time on the track. It was important to the military for


    their men to have good stamina, so this was an essential part of their regimen. Sweat drenched the top


    he was wearing, but he still managed to nce at his phone and smile when he saw the dots ir


    sent.