"Do I need to remind you?" she teased, tucking the loose pieces of her braid behind her ear as she pulled his bottom lip in between her teeth then released it.
"No," Trey answered, catching her by completely surprise. Her face scrunched up as she looked down at him.
"No?"
"No. You need to go swallow a tube of toothpaste before you think about doing any of that," Trey joked, causing her to snatch one of her pillows from beside her and whack him in the face with it.
"So fucking rude," she groaned, rolling off of him and taking the cover with her. She wrapped it around her half naked body before sauntering into her bathroom to do her morning routine. "You organized my bathroom stuff? It looks so good, omg baby thank you!"
"You're welcome," Trey called back as he placed his hands behind his head. "Hopefully it stays like that," he mumbled.
The only thing that Trey could do was sit back and watch her as she brushed her teeth, then used her favorite skin care line to wash her face, then take a brush to her hair before piling it all on top of her head. As soon as she came out of the bathroom, Trey took a picture of her, causing her to whine as she jumped back onto her bed and tried to take his phone from him.
"Trey, stop! You always do this!" Demi complained as he moved his arms around, switching which hand his phone was in as she tried to snatch it from him.
"Because you always look perfect," he cooed, but she wasn't falling for it.
"Not right now. I haven't even done my eyebrows, there's a pimple on my chin, and I'm not wearing a bra, seriously Trey, don't post that!" Demi hit him in the chest one good time, making him release a rugged cough as she smiled in victory.
"Stop smoking and you wouldn't have that reaction every time I hit you."
"Or you could just stop hitting me," he suggested, but he couldn't keep the smile off of his face as he watched her go through her phone to see what she had missed while she was asleep.
"Do you have plans today?"
"We have that dinner thing with Elysandra," Trey reminded her as he combed his fingers through her hair, just the way she liked it.
"Ugh, I forgot about that," Demi groaned as she buried her face into his neck and released a deep breath.
"You're the one who insisted upon going. And you still haven't told me what your plan is and you still haven't agreed to not fight her," Trey reminded her as he pinched her thigh, but she slapped his hand away. She didn't say anything in response because she couldn't promise not to fight Elysandra especially since she really wanted to fight her last time.
"Hmm... we can talk about it later. You can finally see what I bought yesterday!" Demi squealed, tugging on his hand until he eventually got off of the bed and they entered Trey's room sized closet that had become more of hers than it was his.
Every time Demi went shopping or came back from a shoot, she would play fashion show with Trey, which is when she would basically model all of her new clothes for him and he would pretend as if he cared about her new Louboutin stilettos or her limited edition vintage Chanel. But it was a way for them to spend time together and with everything going on, all he wanted was to focus on their relationship. Plus, he kind of loved how she modeled every single piece of clothing for him and asked his opinion about her outfits.
"This is what I wore for my Calvin shoot," Demi said as she twisted and turned in the classic white Calvin Klein sports bra and hipster underwear, playfully throwing one of Trey's leather jackets over her shoulder and puckering her lips.
