All that I Want

Newly Hired Makeup Artist ;)

As soon as we get home I grab the concealer out of my bathroom along with a makeup sponge and hand it to Chase.
He looks from them to me with a confused look on his face, "what am I supposed to do with these?"
"Use them to cover this," I motion to my neck.
"Like, how?"
I chuckle and grab the items out of his hands, "squirt this," I hold up the concealer, "onto this," I hold up the sponge, "and rub it onto my neck in smooth upward strokes."
"Okayy," he doesn't sound confident at all.
I sit on the edge of my bed and he joins me, sitting cross-legged and facing me.
He squirts the concealer onto the sponge and eyes it suspiciously, "why is it so orange?"
"The more orange it is, the darker the hickey it can cover," I recite like a known quote.
"You know what, forget I asked," he laughs. "Makeup is for girls, I don't need more info."
I laugh, "guys wear makeup, too, ya know."
"And I am not one of them," he says proudly.
"Not yet, anyway," I smile mischievously.
He gives me an incredulous look, "I am never going to wear makeup."
I laugh, "yeah, sure you're not."
He ignores me by starting to rub the concealer onto my neck, "like this?" He asks.
"Yeah, you're doing great," I stay as still as I can as the cool concealer starts to cover my neck. I watch as he carefully calculates ever move he makes with the sponge, trying not to make a mess or screw it up.
"Just don't get it on the bandage," I remind him.
"I won't," he whispers, his focus unwavering.
"So what do you have planned for this weekend?" I ask, trying to ignore how painstakingly slow He is at this.
He shushes me, "trying to focus here."
I laugh, of course he'd be the one to be so careful we can't even talk.
What feels like five hours later, he's finally done. He leans back and admires his work, "I think that looks okay." He says with a final nod of approval.
I take the concealer and sponge out of his hands and go the bathroom to wash the sponge before putting it up. I look in the mirror and see that he actually did a really good job, even if it took way longer than it should have.
"You're hired," I say when I walk back into my room, "even if you did take forever," I stick my tongue out so he knows I'm joking.
"Oh no," he shakes his head, "I am not hired, I do not want any more makeup tutorials."
I laugh, "too bad. You're my boyfriend now, which makes you my makeup artist. That was just your trial run."
He sighs defeatedly, "why did I have to be so damn careful?" He jokes.
"Because that's what good boyfriends do," I wink at him before sitting next to him again.
"I feel like you just turned a compliment into an insult," he laughs, shaking his head at me.

A/N
I just did some research on makeup (I never use it) so if any of my facts are wrong, I'm sorry 😂