After Effects

Chapter 59. - The Tuqouise Carpet

"How do i look?" I asked Bojan. I really tried to outdo myself with this look so i really hoped he liked it. I'd gotten up extra early to drive to one of the makeup artists for Eurovision at today's venue because apparently makeup looks different on camera and with the amount of cameras at today's event i needed to look right and not like someone hungover. So i went to get my makeup done and accidently woke Bojan up when i got home, though the man barely got to know where i'd been off to before he was snoring again. Then i did my hair and by the time i was done with the curling iron Bojan had actually woken up and gotten out of bed to get ready for the big day. 

Bojan currently sat on the bed tying his shoe. First he jsut took a quick look at me and then went back to his shoes, but then his head lifted and those brown eyes stayed on me like i was the most beautiful woman he'd laid them on. He leaned back and fixed his posture. 

"Fuck. Me." He mumbled to himself. I span around to give a 360 of the outfit. I don't think i had ever looked this good before in my entire freaking life. The orange matching so well with the black, the makeup - specifically the eyeliner - was my favorite. I loved my hair, i loved my shoes, i loved the corset and the trousers and the glitter of it all. He stood up and walked over to me with open arm. "You look stunning." 

He took my hand and spun me around again, eyes fixated on me with a crooked smile. 

"Thank you. You look great too." I ran my fingers over the beadles on that made his shiny sleeves. Bojan wrapped his arms around my waist and slowly turn me around again so my back faced his front. His arms sneaked my waist and pulled me into him. He was warm. He placed his chin on my shoulder which made me rest mine on his. I didn't take Bojan for being a flowery, sort of fresh kind of guy with his scents, but the light scent seeped into my nose and i almost wanted to bury my face in his neck. 

I watched us in the mirror. We looked like some fucking Hollywood couple. The black clothes that matched so well together while being totally different at the same time. 

"We look good together." I huffed to myself with a smile. 

"Fuck yeah we do." He swirled me back around in a quick motion and lifted me off the floor by my thighs. Unprepared, i screamed and automatically swung my legs around his waist, i clung to him by his neck and all he did was laugh to himself at me. He threw me off again onto the bed where i bounced. "

"Careful!" I whined and pushed myself up on my elbows, fixing my hair the best i could. "I got up at the ass crack of dawn to get my hair done like this." Total exaggeration, but what did Bojan know about hair and makeup. He gasped. 

"No! Did you have to wake up early." The dumb man sarcastically out a hand over his heart. I rolled my eyes at him. "You okay?" He suddenly asked on a more serious note with a soft voice. The one of a concerned friend. I waited for him to elaborate. "You look tired." 

I used 2 hours on makeup, but thanks. 

"Nice to know the makeup is doing its job." I sarcastically commented. I sat upright with my hands in my lap. "I'm a little tried, but i promise i'm okay." 

"You've been ticking all morning." 

"How do you know that? You've been asleep." 

"You have vocal tics y'know." He said. I had been ticking a lot today so had been for the last week. That's what happened when i was drained - it's like a trigger. I thought Bojan slept through it since most of them were motor tics. I'd even burned myself a few times on the curling iron. 

"Bojci, i will go home early, alright. Don't worry, i can take care of myself." I assured him while taking his hand in mine. I gave him that slight squeeze and he gave me one in return. He leaned bend down and placed a kiss on the top of my head. I looked up at him and scrunched my nose with a smile. Bojan's eyes fell to my lips and he leaned in to kiss me so i met him halfway there.