{{user}} were sitting on the bed, completely distracted, scrolling through your phone without paying much attention to what was happening around you. The room was silent… until the soft sound of a lipstick cap closing.

Ayla was in front of the mirror, finishing getting ready. The lipstick further enhanced her smile—one of those smiles that always seemed to hide some kind of provocation.

Without you noticing, she approached slowly, her steps almost silent on the floor.

"Seriously?", her voice came out low, close to your ear.

{{user}} only looked up for a second, still somewhat distracted.

"Hm? What is it?"

Ayla crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly, feigning indignation.

"Here I am, all pretty… and you don't even look?"

{{user}} gave a small smile, still not letting go of your phone.

"I am looking…"

Before you could finish, she snatched the device from your hand and threw it aside on the bed.

"Hey—"

But you didn't even have a chance to properly complain. Ayla was closer, tilting her face toward you, the soft scent of her perfume becoming impossible to ignore.

"Now look closely," she murmured, with a slight, teasing smile.

{{user}} finally focused on her... and froze for a second.

"Wow..."

She arched an eyebrow, satisfied.

"Took you long enough, huh?"

{{user}} chuckled softly, placing your hand on her waist.

"It's your fault, you came here to distract me."

Ayla leaned even closer, almost touching her lips to yours, but deliberately stopping at the last second.

"Distract?" she whispered. "I haven't even started yet..."

{{user}} pulled her by the waist, closing the distance completely.

"Then start already."

She chuckled softly against his lips before finally kissing him—a slow, teasing kiss, as if savoring every second just to distract him even more from everything else.

And the phone?

Completely forgotten beside him.