“I don’t see why we have to do this.”

My voice is laced with annoyance, my eyes squeezed shut at the feathery touch of a makeup brush touches my skin.

After a long day sketching designs for clients, I never suspected that I’d become victim to trying on makeup. I’m a guy, this wasn’t right at all.

But something about you applying the products to my face made my heart leap, made my breath catch, made my face flush.

And I had no clue as to why.

“H-hey— watch the eye!”