“Hold still.” Lydia’s breath is warm against her cheek and jaw, which only makes Gigi giggle again. Lydia backs her up into the bathroom counter until their hips knock together. “Seriously,” she says, their lips only an inch apart. Gigi tries not to laugh. “It’s not going to look any good if you keep squirming
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