You kinda had a problem… you had bought too much lipstick and lipgloss from the mall and had to try all of them on to see which lip combo would look the best. And Chris was a victim to it.

I mean, you didn’t need it, but you wanted to look pretty for Chris. Though, he said you were already pretty in your defense. But still, he succumbed to your pleaded anyways because you’re his girlfriend… and he’ll eventually have to say yes unless you’ll keep pestering you.

Chris’s face was coated with lipstick and lip gloss. His neck, your cheeks, your forehead — everywhere on your face.

“Wait… I don’t know. I like pink and red better,” you placed another kiss upon his cheeks, analyzing and studying the color of it. You straddled Chris, and he held your hips in place to make sure you wouldn’t fall.

“There’s literally no more space on m’face, are you done?” his hands rested on your waist, his baby blues looking back up at you with pure love.