Note: This is not mine, credits to the writer
Summary: Chris never found night routines appealing, until he met until Y/N.
Warnings: None
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Chris hated watching people get ready for bed. He found it the most off-putting, unsexy thing he'd ever witnessed and found this with every person he'd been with. It didn't matter; a girlfriend, Scott, his mother - whoever, he found it awful.
Until he met her.
Staying around a partner's house for the first time is always awkward, showing the most honest and vulnerable part of yourself by how you acted in the privacy of your home was something to be marveled by. Chris had spent the whole evening anticipating the dreaded nightly routine, and when that time rolled around, he sat patiently in bed waiting for the moment to be over.
But he found himself mesmerized.
It started with her stripping from her lounge clothes, shrugging on an oversized hand tee which she explained had been from her student days of cheap concerts and even cheaper drinks. She was practically swimming in it and Chris found himself wanting to see her in his clothes.
She chatted mindlessly about work and other things as she gently removed the makeup from her face with a cotton pad and some sort of water - micellar water she later said - before moving to the bathroom.
He could see her through the mirror as she washed her face, covered in foam and she drew a small heart on her cheek before washing it off. She hummed as she brushed her teeth, holding her hair back as she spat into the sink.
She walked back into the bedroom and sat at the small desk with a mirror on it, the space cluttered with make-up and lotions. Again, Chris watched her through the mirror.
She inspected her face momentarily before applying a healthy amount of eye cream. She pats it dry before picking up a bottle of liquid - serum as she later explained - and squeezed droplets onto her face. Again, she pats it in. Finally, she spread a small amount of face cream into her fingers before gently rubbing it into her skin, dragging the excess down her neck.
Lastly, she brushed her hair. She braided it down her back and secured it with a blue hairband before turning to Chris and smiling. She added lip balm before hopping into bed alongside him.
"What's wrong?" She frowned.
Chris shrugged. "Nothing - just like watching you."
She'd changed many things about him, but that one he truly wasn't expecting.
