Marcus whistles softly. "You sure clean up nice when you get yourself out of those yoga pants."
I shoot him a disapproving look as I finish applying my blush and grab my flat iron again.
"I'll have you know, I wore jeans most of the day today."
"Ooh! You're stepping up your game."
"Ha. Ha. Actually, I had to go grocery shopping and didn't feel like looking like a total schlump."
He plops himself down on my bed, a newly dyed purple Mohawk flopping to one side, and watches me finish getting ready. I don't particularly care to have a bathroom vanity in between the bathroom and my master closet. It's seriously outdated. But it comes in handy when I'm trying to primp and I need to hear the kids. Or talk to my next-door neighbor.
"Well I think you look fantastic." He looks around. "Your ro
