Splendiferous (Legazpi #1)

Thirty-one

31.

His kiss was so tender, so soft.. It's the kiss that I missed getting from him. It felt so celestial.

"Please stop crying," he softly whispered.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, tears still not stopping from falling. "You came," I murmured repeatedly.

"Yes, I came but late," he mumbled and reached for my knuckles to plant a kiss on it. "I'm really sorry, baby."

I nodded again and again until I eventually calmed myself down. He reached for the chair for me to sit down and he reached for another one for himself. He made me face him and took out some tissue that's placed on my table to wipe my tears.

"You still have another performance, right?" he asked softly.

I nodded. "At the finale of the show."

"I'll watch that one. I'll watch you," he smiled.

"Let's fix your look first, hmm? Let's redo your makeup, it's ruined." He reached for the makeup remover and applied it on the cotton pad before patting it gently on my face.

"Why are you wearing mascara anyway?" he commented in a questioning manner when he wiped my eyelid. "You look like a fucking panda now."

I let out a soft laugh and didn't reply since he wiped a new cotton pad on my lips. He wiped away all my makeup in a gentle manner and after that, he pinched my cheek.

"You're already beautiful. 'Wag ka na lang mag-makeup," he suggested.

"You want me to look pale on photos?" mahina kong tanong ngunit mababakas pa rin doon ang pagtataray.

He softly chuckled before taking the liquid foundation and blending sponge. "This is the first one, right? Or concealer first?"

"Foundation," I replied and bit my lip as I watch him apply foundation on my face and spread it by tapping gently.

"Don't bite your lips, it's tempting me to crush it with mine." He licked his lower lip and lifted my chin up so he could also apply some foundation on my neck.

My cheeks probably turned red after hearing what he just said and I tried my best not to bite my lips again. He then reached for the concealer and asked me which spot would he conceal.

"Which shade?" He showed me the palette when he's about to put some blush on on my cheeks. When I pointed him the peachy shade, he leaned over the table to reach the brush.

"That's a powder brush, silly," I spat when he held the wrong brush.

"Oh," he shrugged a bit and took out a different brush.

"That's for the bronzer," asik ko.

He took another. "How about this one?"

"That's a stippling brush."

"Goddamn brushes!" he grunted and messed his hair, ruining its curtain style.

I stifled a giggle and reached for the correct brush before handing it to him. He took it then applied a small amount of blush on my cheeks. After, he made me face the mirror.