He watched her as she approached him. Beautiful with the face of an angel. She made his heart sing and his eyes dance. Her hair fell in luxuriant waves over her slender shoulders, cover most of her arms and the top she was wearing. She looked like a mermaid walking on earth. He stood there, arms folded, just watching her. A broad smile broke on his face when she stopped, folded her arms and watched him.
It was his cue to go to her. He quickly closed the distance between them. It was when he was standing in front of her, that he noticed the makeup. It was the first time since he knew her that she wore it. Bright red lipstick, blush and eyeliner. His expression became very serious. “What have you done to your face?” he asked quietly.
“I wanted to look beautiful for you,” she replied.
“You don’t need makeup for that,” he told her. “Here, let me take it off.” He took out his handkerchief and gently rubbed off the blush and the lipstick. “Much better.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “My girlfriends told me that makeup enhances women’s looks, making them appear more attractive in the eyes of others.”
He stuffed his kerchief in the back pocket of his jeans and held her face between his hands. “It was your fresh, scrubbed clean face that I fell in love with,” he told her. “You don’t makeup to bring out those amazing eyes of yours or the natural glow of your cheeks or the shape of your mouth.”
She smiled up at him. He always said the most romantic things to her. Right now her heart was fluttering and she was more in love with him than ever. “No makeup then,” she said.
He smiled. “No makeup.” He lowered his head and kissed her. Her lips tasted sweet and he drank them like they were nectar. These are the lips that I want to kiss for the rest of my life.