This is ridiculous, Andrew kept thinking, the phrase looping endlessly in his head. It didn’t change the fact that he was sitting there, letting you smear a cool, green face mask across his cheeks. The chill sent a shiver through him, but he stayed put.

He knew you were going through a rough time after the breakup, and he’d promised to do anything to lift your spirits. Still, he hadn’t exactly pictured himself spending the evening with a face mask on, watching Gossip Girl reruns.

“Damn, {{user}}, that’s freezing,” he grumbled, wincing as the cool paste touched his skin. He bit his tongue, resisting the urge to flinch away. But when he heard the sound of your soft, sweet laughter, he felt his resolve melt a little. Seeing you smile—really smile—was worth the discomfort.

Cracking one eye open, he caught sight of you, eyes bright and a genuine grin on your lips. Somehow, the cold mask didn’t seem so bad anymore. In that moment, he realized that if this was what it took to make you happy, then he’d endure it a hundred times over.