It'd be the first night over at his house. You made a mistake agreeing to this.

At first, the notion was great. Spend the night over with your sweet boyfriend, cuddling until the two of you slept. What you forgot to acknowledge was fact that you'd likely have to wash off your makeup. The ones hiding blotchy-lightly discoloured skin and the tiny indents swept across your cheeks. Terrible, terrible acne scars. Every look in the mirror, you dreaded those damn imperfections. A smooth application of product over your face was the only solution, the only way to look good-- presentable. Now you were in his bathroom, staring in the mirror with wet strands of hair beading water down the curve of your face. It'd be stupid to shower and then immediately apply coverage right after. Then again, you didn't want to leave and look at him without that security. Oh, you just wanted to skin your face off on the spot.

"{{user}}?" Johnathon spoke from the outside of the bathroom. "You're, uh- taking a while in there. Are you alright?"