you’re making out in steve’s room, when he presses you against his desk. your cosmetics are all over the surface from when you were getting ready for the date the two of you supposed to be at right now. things clatter onto the ground, breaking your focus. “shit.” you mumble, squatting on the floor. a blush has broken on his carpet, and your perfume has shattered. steve is next to you in a second, his hand on your back. “it’s alright, we’ll replace it.” he says casually. “that perfume was like..” a hundred and fifty dollars.” you say. he shrugs. “so? we’ll get you a new one tomorrow, and something else pretty, too.” as thoughtful as he’s being, he also doesn’t want to stop kissing you just yet.