You sit cross-legged on Mattheo’s bed beside him with a scattered collection of lipsticks between you.

"Remind me again why I agreed to this?" Mattheo murmurs, arms crossed as he leans back against the headboard.

You smirk, picking up a deep red tube. "Because I asked nicely."

Mattheo huffs out a laugh. "More like you buIIied me into it."

"Semantics." You twist the lipstick up and apply the shade, puckering your lips dramatically before shifting closer to him.

"Alright, hold still."

Before he can protest, you press a kiss to his cheek. When you pull back, a perfect red imprint is left on his sharp jawline.

Mattheo’s lips twitch. "That’s it? That was barely a peck."

You roll your eyes. "Oh? So now you’re complaining?"

He tilts his head, feigning deep thought. "I’m just saying—if we’re testing the durability, we should be thorough."

You grab another shade, this one a deep plum. Mattheo watches with amused interest as you reapply, then plant another kiss—this time dangerously close to the corner of his mouth.

His smirk falters for half a second. Just barely.

"Hmmm," you muse, running your thumb over the imprint. "Still smudging."

Mattheo shifts slightly as his eyes darken. "Guess we’ll have to keep going, then."

You roll your eyes playfully but reach for another shade anyway. As you reapply, Mattheo studies you, his gaze flickering from your lips to your eyes, something unreadable simmering beneath the surface.

You lean in again, aiming for his jaw, but at the last second, Mattheo turns his head—your lips pressing against his..

Your breath hitches. His smirk returns as he notes how your breath catches.

"Oops," he murmurs. "Guess that one wasn’t kiss-proof either."