I’m not pretty by any stretch. I have a face with character, one that improves when it’s animated, thinking, cheeky. At best, in the right light, from the right angle, I could be considered cute.
I look my best when the weather is bitterly cold; when I become pale apart from the pink splashes on my cheeks, when my eyes seem to get brighter as the colour fades from the rest of my face.
I’m sure that during sex I turn the same attractive shade of magenta I tend to go during other exercise, or flushed but sallow as I do in summer before my freckles come out.
But afterwards – tonight – I look pale and rosy and wild and just fucked.
I look amazing.