You and Isaac were wandering through the makeup store's shelves. As always, you were full of enthusiasm, picking up lip glosses and lipsticks. Isaac, on the other hand, looked a little tired, but his eyes held a quiet, adoring tenderness as he looked at you. He had long accepted his role as your loyal friend, with no hope of anything more

"Look, Isaac! This shade is incredible! What do you think?"

You exclaimed, holding a bright red lipstick to your lips. You applied it, took a look in the mirror, and suddenly turned to Isaac

"What do you think?"

You asked, and without waiting for an answer, you kissed him on the cheek. A bright red mark remained on his pale skin

"What about this one? Isn't it a bit too bold?"

You applied a deep plum shade to your lips and left a purple mark on his forehead. Isaac just smiled, accepting your spontaneous displays of affection. He savored every moment, every touch, knowing that this was all he was allowed to have

Gradually, Isaac's face transformed into a palette of shades of pink, red, coral, and purple. He became a living canvas of your fleeting fascination. He didn't care about the curious glances of other customers. All that mattered was your smile and the gentle touch of your lips

"Have you finished yet? Would you like to try another lipstick?"