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"I thought you loved those girly films?"
"Sometimes I do," I agreed.
"But—" I couldn't believe it. The cheeky little shit had just ran his brush the length of my nose.
"There you go, it's more blended in now. It was driving me mad—all uneven."
I eyed him, cocking my face at him.
"Somewhat of a perfectionist are we?" I asked.
"I only tend to settle for perfection," he said looking me up and down.
"Let me show you what perfection looks like then," I said picking up my roller and moving towards him.
He smirked, knowing exactly what I was about to do. Instead of allowing it to happen, he tackled me, careful not to hurt my stomach. He turned me around so my back was snug against his front and he held me there. As he brought his paintbrush back to my face, I screamed and gripped it between my hands. Only, instead of my face covered in paint, my hands were now covered and I glared at him as he bit his lip and laughed at me. Again he fought me as I lifted my hands to his face, covering his hands in paint. Eventually, I brought my hands to his face and laughed at the sight.
"Baby, thanks for trying but I don't think you could improve on how perfect my face already is," he said and I shook my head.
"You feeling okay?" he asked, assessing my face. "You look a little green, are you sick? Come here..." he came towards me to kiss me.
"No!" I smirked but it was too late and we both laughed together, then kissed so that the paint equally covered my face just as much as his.
"I like this colour," he eventually said, pointing to my face.
"You wear it good too, you cocky shit."
"I'msorry I can't go with you to pick them up. If I could, I would."
I nodded and cuddled into Kit. Unfortunately he'd been called into Delta and couldn't come with me to pick my grandparents up from the airport. Instead, Lilly was going to drive me.
"Bob and Phil will be right behind you, okay?"
I nodded and waited for him to kiss me, so that I could feel the warmth it brought over my body.
"I'll see you later, okay?" he said and again I nodded.
Shortly after Lilly arrived she saluted Bob and Phil who stood beside their car, waiting for us.
"Thanks for the escort, fellas," she said and as always they just smirked at her.
"Although they smile, they reminded me of those guards that stand outside Buckingham palace that aren't allowed to show emotion..."
I scoffed and got in.
"What's going down at Delta this time?" Lilly asked as we set off.
I did wonder that myself. My grandparents were getting a late flight home which meant they wouldn't be here for another hour at nine PM.
"I think sometimes they have nightly training sessions," I answered and she nodded.
"Makes sense. How often do they train?"
"Pretty much every day recently," I answered.
Kit barely had a chance to train kids boxing anymore, which meant he took to Saturday sessions only instead of once every two days. It meant less time for us together, but I was glad that he'd kept it up. He was good at it and those kids looked up to him. Our journey to the airport wasn't boring, because like always Lilly turned the tunes on and I relaxed whilst we both sang like a comical smaller version of the spice girls.
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