Yvette's POV
"Just say it," I scoffed, walking towards the mirror to take a second look at myself. "What's wrong now?"
He held me from the waist and guided me towards the vanity.
"You're making me uncomfortable," I mumbled, lowering my voice.
He hesitated a bit, then slowly tapped my shoulder with his index finger. He was looking at me through the mirror and no, this was really funny to him.
"There's nothing to be comfortable about."
Realising I never got to see this side of him all the time, and I was seeing it now… in this moment when we were running late for work. I covered my face with my hands to hide my blush.
My hair also turned out to be the problem and… oh my God! His messy low bun was the most beautiful I had ever seen.
"Kno-knox?" I reached for the bun,
