Irish Whiskey - An Ex-Lovers to Lovers Standalone

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I m o g e n

[19 y/o, 2011, Stewart Mansion, Montpelier]

"Now now, hush, you lost the bet, so sit still," I told Ernesto who sat on my bed with a grumpy expression. I laughed at his expression and he glared at me. He was wearing a black tee and sweats which was in stark contrast against my all-pink room. He looked adorable surrounded by pink seats and stuffed toys. His huge frame made my huge bed look like a doll's bed.

"You're the one who said no one can defeat you in a game of chess." I was trying so hard to not laugh. "You shouldn't have made that bet in the first place," I said as I settled on top of him. "So, sit still and let me pretty you up."

I pinned his fluffy hair back with my hairclips. "Wow, what a shiny forehead." I teased him.

"I told you I have a big forehead, don't make fun of me now." He grumbled.

"Aw, you're so cute." I kissed his forehead.

"If you keep treating me like a baby I'm throwing you across the room."

"Okay, okay I'll stop. Sheesh, so violent." I laughed and started to wipe his face with a wet wipe.

"Wow your skin is so soft, what skincare do you use?" I asked

"Body soap."

I started at him, waiting to tell me it was a joke. He didn't.

"What?" he opened his eyes to look at me.

"You can't be serious? Body soap seriously? On the face?"

"Why are you reacting like this? Body soap is an all-rounder you know, you can use it on your body, face hair, do laundry—"

"LAUNDRY?!" I was so done. Where are the 'this is a prank' cameras?

"That's it, you're coming shopping with me this week."

"What did I say that's pissing you off so much?"

"Oh, you sweet summer child, you have so much to learn. How did I not know about this, we've been dating for months." I asked

"You never asked. Besides it's no big deal."

"It IS a big deal. It's BODY soap you know. B O D Y soap."

"Okay, okay, I get it. So, what do you suggest I use on my face."

"Now we're talking." I give a triumphant smile.

"I'm so regretting this."

"What did you say?" I asked like I didn't hear him.

"Nothing," I put his hand up in surrender, "just get this over with, please."

"Okay, close your eyes then."

For the next few minutes, while I primed his face and put some foundation on his face, I told him the difference between different skincare products, and how body soap should not be used for laundry.

"My face feels icky."

"Oh shush, let the base set it, you'll be fine." I rolled my eyes.

"Just how much longer are you going to hover over me? You're heavy you know."

I punched his chest as hard as I could.

'Oww, what was that for?"

"Shut up and let me do your makeup," I said.

"Are you mad?" he smirked. Even with his eyes closed I know that look. I didn't say anything and continued to put some blush on his face.