“Babe. Baby, no, I really don’t want this on. I feel silly,” Abby grumbled, head turning away and large hands pushing away yours. Her complaints were endless like she didn’t agree to this in the first place.

You’d begged her for weeks to let you do her makeup and, at first, she refused. Going on and on about how goofy she’d look and how it looks much better on you, yada yada. But after a few more tries and batting those pretty eyes of yours, she caved.

That’s doesn’t mean she has to necessarily enjoy this, though.

With a sigh and an eye-roll, you pushed her head back into place and placed her hands back on your hips. You repositioned yourself, legs straddling either side of her lap, before continuing.

“My face feels heavy,” she insisted, even though she was barely wearing anything at all. You'd only just applied primer, but apparently, that was the end of the world.