Danny Messer stood in front of his bathroom mirror with his glasses pushed up onto his forehead. Frowning, he pulled them back down so that they settled where they were supposed to be on his nose. After a few seconds of them being there, he pushed them back up.
Lindsay walked into the bathroom just as he was doing this. She raised her eyebrow. "What are you doing?" she grabbed her toothbrush out of the jar and squirted toothpaste onto it.
"Deciding." He said distractedly.
"On what?" she said through a mouthful of toothpaste.
"I was thinkin' about maybe getting contacts," he mumbled, putting his glasses back into place.
"Keep the glasses," Lindsay said, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing out the sink.
"Really?" he asked.
"Definitely." She wrapped her arms around his waist. "I know these things."
He smiled and turned to face her. "Do you now?"
She nodded and kissed him sweetly. "Yep."
"So keep the glasses?" he asked, glancing in the mirror once more.
"Yeah."
"They don't make me look like a dork or hide my eyes or anything."
Lindsay rolled her eyes. "You're so vain."
"No, I'm bein' serious here, Montana. Gimme a straight answer," His irritation made Lindsay giggle. "Stop laughin'," he said halfheartedly.
"You are already a dork without the glasses and your eyes are just fine the way they are."
"Montana…" he warned.
"Oh, hush," she said, kissing him. "You're perfect just the way you are. You're eyes can't get any sexier. I promise you."
"Now that's what I was lookin' for," Danny laughed.
"Oh, shut up."
"Or what?" she taunted.
"I'll be forced to punish you," she said, biting his lower lip gently.
"Go for it," he told her.
She captured his mouth in a searing kiss. "Don't mind if I do."
A/N Yeah. Kinda random. And short. But it just popped into my head. So there.
xoxo
Lia