“You look cute,” Chris cheesed, prodding annoying at your cheek so he could try and feel your bracket. Secretly, he was trying to soothe the pain as well, because it was evident you were in a good amount of it.

“That color really brightens up your face, baby.” He hummed lovingly, the pads of his fingertips gently massaging your lips and jaw. Oh, you poor thing.

He settled beside you on your living room couch, allowing you to be distracted by anything else while he messed with your braces.

You didn’t want them, not as an adult, and you thought you looked even stupider since you were an adult with braces.

“I promise you look like the cutest to me, sweet thing.” He murmured.