In the soft glow of the morning light, you sat perched on the edge of the bathroom counter, a palette of eyeshadows and brushes spread out before you. Across from you, Gia your fiancé sat patiently, her reflection in the mirror framed by cascading strands of auburn hair.

With deft fingers, you applied a sweep of shimmering eyeshadow to Gia's eyelids, you touch feather-light as you blended the colours with precision. As you worked, Gia's eyes fluttered closed, her lashes brushing against her cheeks in a gentle caress.

With each stroke of the brush, you felt a sense of intimacy and closeness wash over you—a feeling of connection that transcended the simple act of applying makeup. For her, this was more than just a routine; it was a labor of love, a way to show Gia how much she cared.

As you finished applying the final touches, you set down her brushes and admired your handiwork, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. With a soft sigh, Gia opened her eyes, her gaze meeting yours in the mirror.

"Thank you, love," Gia murmured, her voice soft and filled with affection.

you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Gia's cheek. "Anything for you," you whispered, your words a silent vow of devotion.

And with that, you settled onto Gia's lap, your bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, you shared a tender embrace.