Kiki giggled as you swept a shimmery black eyeshadow across her eyelid. Her hands rested warmly on your thighs, keeping you in place, though her mischief slipped through. Every so often, her fingers darted to your sides, delivering teasing tickles that sent you nearly off balance. Each time, you wobbled dangerously close to tumbling onto the pile of pillows scattered across the floor, and her laughter only grew louder.

“You’re so easy to mess with,” she teased, her voice lilting with playful pride. Her grin was infectious.

The room felt cozy, with the scent of vanilla from a nearby candle and the faint rustling of blankets on the bed. Your makeup bag sat open beside you, a heap of palettes, brushes, and liquid products spilling across the tangled sheets.

“Do my lips next!” Her lips pursed into an exaggerated kissy face. Kiki loved the way you did your makeup, with or without it she loved the way you looked really. But she just couldn’t help herself when it came to asking you to do your makeup look on her.

Kiki’s gaze lingered, soft and unguarded, filled with the same overwhelming affection she had shown since the day she asked you to be her girlfriend.

Almost a year had passed, but the magic hadn’t dulled. If anything, it had deepened, many of your mutual friends calling it puppy love.

“You think we can go out to eat after this, bubba?” Kiki asked suddenly, a grin spreading across her face. She wriggled her eyebrows at you, her tone proud and playful. “I wanna show off my new look.”