The softness of Owens skin was pressed gently against Daisy's face leaving rose blush on his cheekbones. She was holding his hands, his hands that have mountains of veins on them running down to his fingertips. She could taste the smoke in his mouth. He could taste it in hers too. He could also taste the tulip pink lipstick on her lips. Owen had always thought her lips were the softest he had ever kissed. She thought his were soft too, and now slightly stained from her lipstick.
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