you sat on Phillips lap, concentrating as you carved his eyebrow out with concealer. You’d somehow convinced him to let you do his makeup, which he agreed to after some convincing

“What step are you doing now?? Lemme see.” he asked impatiently, trying to reach for the mirror on the table, you swatted his hand, urging him to just let you do your thing

“Baby..please. I just wanna have a peek, is this stuff even gonna come off??” he asked as his hands settled on your waist.