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trying to give martin a simple skincare routine turns impossible when he refuses to stop stealing kisses
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Martin steps out of the bathroom, drying his face with a towel β though not gently, like you told him to. Heβs rubbing the fabric against his skin hard enough to leave his cheeks red. "There, I washed my face like you asked."
βYou stare at him, shaking your head in disapproval. "I told you to pat your face dry, Martin. You practically scrubbed your epidermis off."
β"Itβs dry anyway," he murmurs, stepping closer. Once heβs close enough, he tosses the towel onto the bed and grabs your hips, pulling you even closer. "So let me get this straight, you're going to do your skincare routine on me... for what? Just for fun?"