lyra-mae:
She giggled when he squeezed her and shook her head. “Oh, it’s not effortless,” she smiled. “Makeup is an art form.”
Finn dropped his hands and rolled his eyes again. “You’re not wearing any make up right now. Just too many clothes,” he teased. “And you’re still gorgeous.”
She happily sighs before wrapping her arms around him. “You’re biased, but I still love hearing all your nice words; they make me melt just like they did when we first met.”
“Did they?“ He said, tilting his head to the side. “You didn’t look like you were melting when I started flirting with you. You were actually quite resistant to my charm.“
Lyra laugher when she thought back to when they first started dating. “It was different then. I was different.”
“So was I,“ He thought about it for a moment. “Guess back then I just wanted a shag. Didn’t think I was gonna find the love of me life.“
She laughed at his honesty and simply smiled wider. “Yeah, I know what you mean,” she scrunched up her nose. “I wasn’t too sure of you at first. I thought you were just going to be another heartbreaker.”
















