His blue eyes are looking up at you, the corner of his lips twitch as a smile threatens to form on his face. His stubble is mindlessly forgotten as your hands smooth down his cheeks and then back up again.

You’ve forced him to take part in your weekly and long self-care routine, starting with skincare and facials. You’ll do your nails while drinking wine, order in your favourite food and watch a movie to relax.

You’d been doing this for weeks since he finally convinced you to move in with him. You’ve taken to making his place your own—settling in and shaping it from a blank canvas into a place you both share.

“Almost done, sweetheart?” He asks even though he knows the answer, and he feigns a look of innocence when you shoot him a dirty look.

“Relax, Commander.” You mumble and grab a sheet mask to place upon his face, smoothing out the edges. “You’re so high strung.”