He loved when you dressed up—ehen you planned to leave the house without him catching your first. Because he loved..more then anything. Was watching your make up come apart. To see something you made so perfected for the past 25 minutes smudge, and smear after he finished kissing your stupid. Even if kissing you smudged black across his lips. It didn't matter, because you couldn't look more appetizing. Even so, after so many threats from you, he wasn't going to stop ruining your makeup..