{ a/n- this may or may not be based off of the idea of Grace in a tight red dress turning me on. I'm hella gay (only half but whatever) }
Chester's POV
I knock lightly on the bathroom door, checking my phone for the time. 7:48pm. We're going to be late if Grace doesn't hurry up, the party starts at 8.
"Grace, you okay in there?" I ask.
"I'm fine, Ches." She says with an exasperated sigh.
Grace opens the door then, giving a little spin.
"Well, how do I look?" She asks.
She's wearing a tight red dress, not so tight it looks tacky, but tight enough to accentuate her beautiful figure. Grace doesn't usually wear stuff like that. Her long honey blonde hair is looped into curls and hangs loosely over her shoulders. She has on near perfect eyeliner and cherry red lipstick. How did I get such a sexy girlfriend?
"You look absolutely stunning, babe." I tell her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close. Grace reaches her hands up to caress my face, her deep brown eyes glowing with excitement.
"I love you, you idiot." She murmurs, pressing a gentle and deep kiss on my lips. My grip on her body tightens and her hands tangle themselves in my hair. Grace's lips stay pressed firmly to mine until we're both gasping for air.
"And by the way," I mention as she rests her head softly on my chest. "I love you too."
