Kieran’s POV 

I wriggled in my seat as the brush swept around my cheeks. The up down movement of the brush sent tickles spreading throughout my face, but I fought the urge to laugh out loud. If I did, I was sure I was going to ruin all of the artists' entire three hours of work, and if that happened, there was no way she was going to be pleased with it. 

Of course, she wouldn't dare voice it out, because she was there under the command of Xander, her King. But still, there ...