You sat on his lap, putting your hand on Matthew’s cheek, the other hand reaching out for the eyeliner. You slowly lined the crease under his eye with the black liner and traced it back up. Your boyfriend was going to work as the new CEO of G-Man Media. He may be rich, but he still loved his stupid eyeliner. He kept his eyes closed as he kept one hand around your waist.

“You done yet, {{user}}? I need to go soon!”

He pouted as he let you draw his eyeliner. He loved it when you did.