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It was before a show, and I was the guitarist for the Garden. I guess dating the lead singer has its perks with moments like these.

I walked into Wyatt's dressing room. He was leaning against the vanity table, putting on white face makeup. I kissed his cheek, getting white paint all over my lips.

He looked up at me with a smile, seeing white face makeup smeared all over my face. He stood up from his chair.  "Well, I guess it doesn't matter now.." He'd say before grabbing my waist and planting a kiss on my lips.

It was a quick kiss.

"Wyatt! No!" I giggled between a kiss as he kept smearing white face paint all over my face.

Fletcher walked into the dressing room, "Hey guys - you rea-" He didn't finish his sentence before closing the door behind him. Wyatt and I would look at each other, and we'd both start giggling again.

It was moments like these that made me feel loved. The fact that Wyatt and I were so comfortable around eachother.

I really love him.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 21, 2023 ⏰

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