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Tan skin, brown eyes, dark hair.
That’s how Meg had described her the first time she saw Lupe.
Such simple words that couldn’t begin to describe the wonder that is Lupe Garcia.
Tan skin covered the fingers that brushed aside Carson’s hair to look into her eyes. The fingers that’d tease, prod, and caress her to ecstasy each night. Tan skin covered the mouth whose smile warmed Carson on the coldest nights and whose kiss sent tiny sparkles through her body at the slightest touch.
Brown eyes stared down at her every morning, waiting for her to awake, because even though Carson wasn’t a morning person, Lupe didn’t want her to wake alone. Brown eyes that held everyone else with suspicion, always looked at Carson with love and trust. Knowing what it took to give that trust, Carson was determined to earn everyday.
Dark hair always clung to Carson’s fingers as she held Lupe to just the right spot to get her there . It curled so effortlessly with just a finger comb and water. It wasn’t fair. The gray streak that ran through it did things to Carson.
Lupe was so much more than
Tan skin. Brown eyes. Dark hair.