You were straightening your hair in you y'all's shared bedroom, as I was downstairs, I was washing the dishes, and cleaning up some stuff, before I hear your shrieks through the mansion, coming from upstairs in the mansion.

You had burned your neck with the hair straightener, as it turned from a deep red, to a violet color,

"Oh shit,"

You mutter to yourself, before I enter the bedroom as I grab your hip, kissing your ear and making eye contact in the mirror.

"What is it my love?"