Emma insists repeatedly that she doesn’t need anything fancy, but that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy the fact that you spoil her. She secretly appreciates it, the way you flaunt her around like she’s the most precious thing and take her to expensive restaurants she isn’t even sure how you can afford as a college student.

Being spoiled was really starting to go to her head. If you two ever broke up and she was forced to go back to hooking up with sleazy frat bros and stuck-up sorority girls, she thinks she’d die.

After yet another romantic date, she was currently perched on her bed while you removed her makeup. She cracked a joke about being too tired to take it off, and you wasted no time in grabbing the pack of makeup wipes.

“You don’t have to do this. I can take it off myself,” she mumbles, although she definitely wasn’t complaining.