Until Their Lips

"Do you think my skin's too pale?" Thane questioned, his gaze pointed at the bathroom mirror he had Gilbert hold out to him.

Gilbert huffed, "I don't think Mrs Grayson will care about that."

Thane kissed his teeth. "She has to see me looking my best." He insisted.

As a joke, Gilbert offered, "There's still time, I can drive out and buy you some makeup."

Little did he expect his employer to contemplate the idea. "Would that really work?"

Fortunately, Hannah texted him that they were on the elevator, heading their way. He kept the mirror back in the bathroom, where he noticed the cabinet was already stocked up.

"Master Grayson, are you certain about being admitted? You've always preferred home admission." Gilbert brought up, stepping out of the bathroom.

Reclining into his bed, he sighed, "Maverick talked me into it, convinced me that I could be cleared quicker, seeing as our trip back is in less than a week."