You're Beautiful

"You don't need makeup," he tells her. "You're pretty without it."
 Laughing off his comment, she continues to brush on her ivory foundation. She leans in closer towards the mirror, making sure she's covered all of her face. So completely focused on her own reflection she doesn't notice him coming up behind her.

Grabbing her shoulder, he spins her around "You're beautiful," he tells her, "just" brushing a wet cloth against her cheek, "like" and her chin, "this." 

Her cheeks flush pink at his compliment. Her eyes half closed, she leans towards his touch. Dropping the cloth, he runs his fingers through her hair to the nape of her neck. "I'm going to kiss you now." he says, as if warning her.

"I want you to." she says throatily. But still, he hesitates. "Kiss me." she murmurs and his lips descend on hers.