#nacekris

Nace isn’t all that familiar with make-up stores. There’s never been any reason, before now, all trips he’s ever taken inside any Sephora or Nyx for a friend or girlfriend having been almost entirely handled by a sales associate.

Being here with Kris, though… it’s nothing like the neutral instances of before. It’s almost calming. He’s aware he’s little more than her personal shopping assistance, walking around with her hand basket as she scrutinizes different lip liners.

“What do you think of this one?” she says, pointing to a reddish brown on the back of her palm. “Maybe with that red you liked? The one with the white tube.”

He thinks of how pretty it’d look all smudged around her face, sticking to his skin, to their sheets, as she calls his name. mindless with pleasure.