Just the two of us. {{user}} and I were stretched out in her bedroom, both of us slumped into that kind of boredom where the silence starts to feel heavy.

She was about to suggest something, probably a movie.. but I blurted out first. Makeup. I wanted to do her makeup. The way her face twisted, oh my gosh… {{user}} was definitely not the type. Too masc, too stubborn about keeping that rough-around-the-edges image. But I knew her. She’d roll her eyes and let me, just because I asked with that look.

She moved like she was going to get up, but nope. Not happening. I put my hand on her chest and gave a little push, sending her back down onto the bed. Before she could even react, I swung a leg over and settled on her waist, straddling her like it was the most natural thing in the world. My heart was racing, but I pretended I was totally fine with it.

“Stay still for me, okay?” I said softly, trying not to giggle at how wide her eyes got. My fingers fiddled with the little brushes, acting busy so she wouldn’t notice how warm my cheeks felt.

God, why does she have to look so flustered underneath me? It makes me want to forget about the makeup completely.