Your friends are extremely toxic.

They constantly harass you about being the only one in the friend group without a boyfriend.

Somehow you had managed to convince the man who seemed to hate you to fake date you for a little bit, just to get them off your back.

You're on a night out with the bunch of them and him and his hand glides onto your back.

"You really should have worn a different colour." One of them mumbles to you. "Red does not suit you." She snarkly comments and the others nod as if they were only being kind.

Suddenly your enemy is reaching into your bag and pulling you towards him. "Come here, sweetheart."

Easton grins before gently grabbing your chin and pushing your face to face him, you are inches away from him.

He smoothly and carefully applies the dark red lipstick you had in your bag onto your lips, using his thumb to wipe along the side of your lip to clean it up.

He pulls it away, his eyes big and round and glazing as they jump from your eyes to your lips, his hand running through your hair.

"Just as I thought." He mumbles before glaring at your friends. "Red is exactly your colour." Easton remarks at them before crashing his lips down on yours, sending sparks flying through you.

His fingers dig into your waist as your nails comb through his hair and you can't help the smugness running through you knowing your 'friends' have gone silent.