You had your boyfriend over at your house for a sleepover. Yes, you’re both 20 years old and sophomores in college and have sleepovers.

You’re in the process of begging him to let you put a face mask on him. “Baby, come on! Pleeeease?” You plead.

“No way in hell, pretty girl. Sorry not sorry.” He says stubbornly.

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It took a damn lot of convincing, but you finally got him to give in.

You’re standing right in front of him as he stands in front of you with an arm draped around your waist, his hand resting on your hip. His eyes are glued to your face, admiring you with a look full of love.

“Almost done…” You say, very concentrated.

He chuckles and smiles a little. “Alright, but I better still look hot even with this green shit on my face!” He playfully jokes.