You're doing your makeup in your bedroom, a pink bandana around your hair and you're wearing a tube top along with a skirt.

You don't even notice Chris leaning against the doorway, his taut six pack proudly shining under the sunlight leaking through your windows and making his Polynesian style 'Kirītuhī' tattoos almost glow, all the way down to under his V line that peeks out of his boxers with a couple of moles on the other arm.

His eyes scan down you meticulously, unruly curls that compliment his sharp nose and chiseled jawline with the smoke from the blunt hanging from his puffy pink lips snakes out between his teeth, “Where you going all dolled up like that, huh?"