"Why do you always use all of that?" he asks and looks at my makeup in front of me.
"The same reason every other girl does." I smile at him.
"Your not every other girl."
I'm not like other girls.
"Thanks for pointing that out." I give him a small kiss.
He grabs my blush off the countertop. He opens it and makes a face at it.
"It's just blush," I say.
"It's so vibrant, like wow."
I grab it out of his hand and show him how to use it. I tap a brush onto the powder and knock off any excess, because he's not wrong this shit is hot pink.
I brush it over my cheek and he practically rips the thing out of my hand.
"I'm trying," he insists. I jump onto the counter as he gets ready to put this shit on my face.
He copies me and taps off the excess. He puts it on my cheek. I know it won't look good but he looks adorable concentrating.
He grabs another thing off the counter.
"What's this?"
"That would be bronzer," I say. "It goes on your-"
"No wait, don't tell me, just let me do."
Uh oh.
He grabs a tiny brush and puts it on my eyelid. That could have been worse. He picks up some highlighter. My face is about to be glowing.
"I'm not even going to try with this stuff," he says and sets it down.
"Yes you will." I pick it back up and give it to him.
"Don't be upset when this is not in the correct spot," he warms.
He grabs a huge brush and swirls it around. He puts it on my cheeks. I'm terrified to see what this will look like.
He then moves on. He picks up an eyebrow pencil.
He draws on my face. Ok now he's purposely messing up.
"I know what you're doing."
"That's ok." He grins.
He grabs the brightest lipstick I own. He makes sure to go out of the lines and onto my cheek. I laugh.
"Sit still I'm not finished." He grasps onto my hips.
"I don't think I want to know what I look like."
"I don't think you will either." He bites his lip.
He puts down a tube of mascara and stares at me.
"This is it. I'm done."
I look at myself and gasp in horror.
"Quinn, you are letting me do your makeup later tonight," I insist.
I hop off the counter and start the shower. This stuff is going to have to come off somehow.
"On one condition."
"What's your condition?" I put my hands on my hips.
"We take a shower together." He smirks.
"Deal," I say and look at myself in the mirror one last time.
Good thing we have nothing to do today.
* * *
After our shower Quinn went to take the trash out. Like any smart person I placed the rest of the pictures around.
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