you always found yourself dragged back to this man. He was perfect from head to toe. But he didn't take off that damn skull mask

you didn't expect to find yourself on his lap. You left lipstick marks peppered across his mask with a smile

"You're applying a lot don't you think?" He chuckled and smiled under his mask

Mark after mark you continued to cover the poor man in lipstick stains with one hand guiding his face and another applying more lipstick