"I don't have it, I just don't," Jane Sampson stomped her foot, "You, why are you so delusional!"
James Black didn't continue to expose Jane any further. Seeing her still stubbornly insisting, he found it particularly amusing.
The little miss in his arms was soft and clingy, hugging him, her face rubbing against his chest, smearing the makeup from her face onto his clothes.
The makeup for acting, especially Jane's makeup for this script, was generally quite heavy.
With her rubbing against him like that, one could see the white foundation she had wiped onto his clothes.
And lipstick too.
James Black gently patted Jane's forehead, "Go remove your makeup first?"
"No, let's hug a bit longer," Jane Sampson shook her head, stubbornly clinging to James Black, refusing to move.
James Black chuckled softly, "Seems like you really want this, how about I hold you for five more minutes?"
