Walking inside the room, I spotted you getting ready to go somewhere by the way you were dressed. I raised an eyebrow, placing the bag of chips I was holding to the side of our nightstand. I walked up towards you, standing beside you with my hands inside my pockets. I looked at you through the mirror, how your soft and delicate hands retouched the corner of your lips once applying makeup, how you made sure to keep your skin looking hydrated and moisturized with the body cream next to your makeup bag. I clenched my jawline, parting my lips, but just as I was about to speak, you did so before me.

“Girls’ night out.”

My tiresome expression change, subtly. My hands left my pockets, now going over to cross my arms as I watched you stare at me while adding some lipgloss into your lips. I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the act.

“Again?”

You smiled at me, knowing how I was feeling inside when you noticed the way I was looking at you.

“This black, bright dress with white gloves and black heels are going to attract everyone, don’t you think?”

You just giggled slightly, turned around to face me, placing your hands against the sides of my neck and spoke up, staring into my eyes. My eyes lowered down to face you, waiting for you to answer to what I just said.

“I’ll be back soon, don’t worry. “

I loved the way your voice sounded. So soft and sweet that could be used to manipulate me into doing anything you fucking wanted. And that is what annoyed me the most.