You and Chosen had been dating for a little over half a year now, and it had been pure bliss the entire time. Everyone; your friends and all of Chosen's fans, thought you guys were the cutest couple. But they didn't even see most of your relationship.
Currently, you were at Chosen's house, hanging out in his room. You were wearing some green velvet shorts and a matching bralette, with one of Chosen's maroon button-ups on over it. You were sitting on Chosen's bed doing your makeup, trying to get ready for a date night you two were going to.
Just as you finished putting on your high lighter, Chosen walked in, a smile on his face as he leaned against the doorframe.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he commented, checking you out. You rolled your eyes at him, but a blush still rose to your cheeks. Even after half a year, the stupid, cheesy lines Chosen used on you still brought a deep blush to your face.
"Oh, shush Chosen, I'm nowhere near ready yet," you mumbled, picking your mascara out of the makeup pile and applying it.
"So? What does that have to do with you being absolutely, breathtakingly, gorgeous?"He asked, sauntering further into the room. You looked at him, giving him the 'oh come on, it's obvious' kind of look, but he still seemed pretty oblivious. Chosen came to a stop in front of you, bending down so the two of you were face-to-face.
"Because to me," he started, one hand gently lifting your chin up to him, "you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen. At any time of day, with or without makeup, always." Your face broke out into a grin, and you looked up shyly into your boyfriend's eyes. He was also grinning, a look of pure adoration on his face.
"I love you, Chosen Jacobs," you whispered, hand coming up to gently caress his cheek.
"And I you, future Mrs.Jacobs," Chosen whispered back, connecting his lips to yours before you could roll your eyes at his sappiness. You kissed him back, pulling away only to kiss his nose, causing him to scrunch up his face cutely.
"I swear, you are the dorkiest person I know," you laughed, making Chosen scoff.
"I am not! You're the dorkiest person! Remember that time you spent two days watching every single Star Wars movie in order, then followed it up with a Star Trek marathon? I think that's pretty dorky," Chosen argued, and you tried to find a valid counterpoint, but came up dry.
"okay, you got me there," you said finally, zipping up your makeup case. You looked in the mirror, checking your makeup. What you didn't realize, was that Chosen had taken a picture of you.
"Hey! Delete that, babe," you whined, reaching out for his phone. He held it away from you, shaking his head.
"No way! It's really cute. In fact, I'm gonna post it," he grinned. You huffed, looking on as Chosen tapped away at his phone, before your own phone dinged with a notification that he had posted a photo. You opened up his Instagram to see the picture of you, which you had to admit, was not a bad photo, after all. It was captioned:
"Can't wait to wife her up one day"
