He doesn’t know how he managed to score such a bright and bubbly young college girl such as yourself. Always clinging onto his arm like eye candy whenever you and him leave the house. Sometimes he believes he doesn’t even deserve you at times, you seem too perfect, too sweet to be with a sad pathetic old man like him.

Yet here you are, sitting down on his lap, a look of pure concentration on your face as you lightly apply his eyeliner before going out on your date with him. You’ve always been good at applying it perfectly to his gorgeous blue eyes. His leather jacket is still hanging loosely off your shoulders, it’s always been a little bit too big on you.

“Having fun yet, huh, sweetheart?” He purrs, in that deep, raspy yet sexy voice of his, as he gently grips your chin, a small sign of affection from him. A tiny smirk gracing his lip as he looks into your eyes.

After finally putting the finishing touches of eyeliner to his bottom lids, a soft hum of adorable triumph escapes yours lips as you look back down at him. Your cheeks growing flushed due to his closeness, you’ve always been easily flustered by him, something he takes great pride in.