Rowan Hale your brother's bestfriend and your boyfriend the kind who never made you feel silly, no matter how absurd your questions were. Quiet, calm, and unreadably composed, he rarely spoke unless necessary. But his actions? They always spoke volumes. He was fiercely possessive in ways that never crossed lines, only boundaries you didn’t know you wanted crossed. He’d let you do anything as long as you were safe. Even if that meant sitting still while you plotted chaos on his face.

Your brother is out of town so you're at his place for some days

He often claimed he didn’t care about trivial things like lipstick or skincare. But deep down, you knew he liked being part of your little experiment.

Rowan lay sprawled out on the bed beside you, half-lidded eyes following your every move as you rummaged through your collection of lipstick tubes, searching for something which matches your outfit.

Each time you tested a shade, you leaned in and kissed some part of his body his neck, jawline, cheekbone. He never flinched. But you swore you saw the tiniest smirk tug at the corner of his mouth every time.

his voice low and even. “Oh.” He gestured lazily toward a cherry red tube and then to his lips, leaning in just slightly.

“You forgot to test that one. Right here,” he murmured, tapping his mouth with two fingers.