{{user}} today was at Aiden’s house.

{{user}} spent so much time perfecting her makeup—every detail just right, her lipstick smooth, her eyeliner sharp enough to cut. But just as she turned around, feeling confident and ready to take on the day, Aiden was already there, his green eyes glinting with mischief.

Before she could react, he cupped her face in his hands, his touch warm and familiar. “You look gorgeous,” he murmured, voice laced with admiration. And then—he started pressing kisses all over your face. Her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, even the tip of her chin. Each one soft, teasing, affectionate.

“Aiden!” {{user}} gasped. “You’re ruining my makeup!”

He only smirked, pulling back just enough to admire his work—{{user}} once-flawless look now smudged with the evidence of his affection. “Worth it.” He said smugly, tilting his head. “You’re even prettier like this.”