“Ergh, shit!”

For the previous two hours, while he struggled to put his eyeliner in front of the mirror, your boyfriend was cursing himself out as he was getting ready for your date today.

Weary of waiting, you sighed and walked up to him. You took his eyeliner stick and put him on a chair. You sat on his lap, leaning your face closer to his to begin outlining the crimson liquid on his eyelid.

“I can do it myself, you know.” He mutters, his cheeks reddening in humiliation.