Your boyfriend came over to spend time with you.
But ended up falling asleep. “Chris!” You poke at him “Wake up!” But he doesn’t stir. An idea pops into your head and you run to grab your stuff. He’s sleeping on his stomach so you straddle on his lower back. Carefully you start drawing on his back stoping when he moves. You run your brush over his shoulder blade and down his back. Painting your hand, you leave a couple of handprints too. Once you’re satisfied you climb off to wash your hands. You’re in the bathroom braiding your hair when Chris walks in, rubbing his eyes. You tense worried about the plant. Chris kisses your cheek his voice sleepy. “I’m sorry,” he says turning you around, your back touching the sink. You smile, unable to hide it. He thinks is nothing smiling back and kissing you. He pulls away and sees the paint bottles on the counter. His brown frown. “You were painting? Let me see.” You giggle uncontrollably. “Turn around then.” He gives you a puzzled look turning around and looking outside the bathroom. You laugh and he glances over his shoulder confused. Then he sees his back on the mirror.