I are getting ready to go out to dinner. Let me re-phrase that: I'm at the bathroom sink getting ready, and he's leaning against the bathtub watching me put on my makeup. We're talking and laughing, when I realize that I've been gesticulating with my concealer, rather than putting it on my face, for several minutes now. I go to put it on, and then pause, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. I'm hesitating. For no good reason, I know I won't feel comfortable putting on my concealer while he's in the room. He's not meant to see this. "Are you sure you want to see how the magic happens?" I joke. "Wouldn't you rather just imagine that I look that this good without even trying?"
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