He raised his eyebrows, his grin widening. “You wanna start a paint war, huh?”
I didn’t even get a chance to respond before Aaron lunged toward me, splattering the side of my face with a large dollop of bright green. I shrieked, the paint feeling cool on my skin as I wiped it away.
“Alright, you’re asking for it,” I muttered, my hands now covered in every color on the palette. I reached up, and before Aaron could stop me, I smeared some of the purple across his cheek, leaving a vivid streak that contrasted against his dark skin.
He laughed, his face lighting up with amusement, and in one swift motion, he grabbed a handful of paint, and before I could even react, he gently painted a line of blue across my nose.
I blinked, caught off guard by the intimacy of the moment. The mess, the lau
