He watched her lick her lips. They were gorgeous lips, small but full, naturally blush red. Her tongue was delicate, dabbing at the left corner of her lip as she worried about if there were crumbs on her face. It was a little weird; a woman like her usually did not worry about food on her lips since there were more important things to worry about. A faint smirk came on his lips; it was a flight of fancy to pay attention to her lips. She would be annoyed that he was paying attention to her; despite the years and the change of people's opinion about her, she was still convinced that she was not worthy of him. The faint smirk became a full-blown secretive smile. He moved from his seat as she started to talk to someone else. Quatre Raberba Winner had found another challenge and he decided it would be Dorothy Catalonia.
this could be my first het Quatre lemon... I dunno. :razz:
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