It had been a long, stressful day. The only thing getting me through the day was the thought of coming home to you and having you hold me in your arms. Your lips have been on my mind all day. Absentmindedly, I rub my lips together, feeling them silkily glide together with a coat of lip gloss. The thought reminds me of our first time experimenting with the gloss. How mesmerizing it was to open up this new area of exploration. How I can never look at a tube of lip gloss the same. Our kisses had been so passionate then. Now, the scent of lip gloss on my lips sends flashes of that night, and I ache to come home.
Finally, 5 o’clock comes, and it’s time to go home. I’m almost nervous to see you, but I know you’ll be there waiting for me with open arms. As I pull into the driveway, my fingers begin to tremble as I pull the tube of gloss from my purse.
Using the mirror on the sun flap of the car, I try my best to recreate the look from last time. The plastic tip touches my lips, gently at first, then with more pressure as I squeeze the shiny red liquid from it’s container onto my rose petal lips.
When I am finally satisfied with the application, and the pink vanilla goo is dripping down my chin, I get out of the car and head inside to find you standing in the kitchen, cooking what smells like a delicious meal. I only have one thing on my mind though.