not gonna happen
“i bet you will do great today, darling.” your mum said as she looked at you through facetime. you had your phone propped on the shelf on the wall, next to the mirror where you were finishing getting ready. “your speech will knock ‘em out.”
you laughed, running your fingers through your curls. “i hope so.”
“i gotta get going. but i know you will do big things.” your mum continued. “and you look great, by the way.”
another laugh left your lips as you reached for your phone, looking at your mum on the screen to see her grabbing her purse. “thank you.” you said. “love your mum, bye.”
“bye!” she called out before ending the facetime call.
placing your phone on the sink, you looked back at yourself in the mirror to make sure your lipstick hadn’t smudged, and that your hair wasn’t frizzy.
after double-checking, you noticed chris through the mirror, walking into the bathroom. you shot him a smile and he walked up behind you, grabbing your hips first before placing a kiss on the side of your neck.
“for the record, i think you look pretty great too.” he whispered before chuckling when he noticed your eyeroll, and then he kissed your cheek. he looked down at your pencil skirt and let out a low whistle before pressing against your back. “and i think you’d look pretty great grasping at the sheets on my bed.”
you snorted. “for the last time, i’m not making the bed this morning.”