Lucy couldn't take it anymore. She had been stressing herself out. She was going crazy for that smile. She thought about every touch, every whisper. . . none of it made sense without that maddening smile. Thinking on it made her skin crawl and tingle all at the same time. For the life of her, this train of thought was making her lose it and she had to get ready for work.
She sat at her vanity and started brushing out her plain, dark red hair and sighed as she watched herself brush. She knew she wasn't perfect like all those people she read about in her fashion magazines. Her skin wasn't alabaster perfect and her lips weren't altogether symmetrical and she had a size fourteen waist with a little more padding to it than should be allowed. Hell, she hadn't had a perfect hair day since she was seven. But that smile at her was all for her and she knew it somehow.
Maybe that's why she couldn't get over