Mary always put a lot of effort into her makeup and outfit for parties and date nights. It came with a cost; by the time she got home, she was so tired that it was a drag to take off the makeup and the outfit.

Right now, she was sitting in front of a mirror, trying to gather her strength to start washing off her makeup. You and she just came home from a dinner date.

You came behind her, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. You grabbed the cotton pads and micellar water.

"What are you doing?" she asked with an amused expression.