“What is that?” Leon squeaked, pushing himself a little higher up on the bed- hands firmly planted on the mattress. Back pressed against the head board, he wrapped a hand around your wrist, curiously looking over the product in your hands.

It was late, and technically you should’ve been studying for your final- but instead here you were sitting on top of your best friend, doing his makeup. Pressing a hand to your waist, he swallowed hard, glancing back up at you with a meek smile.

“Sorry.”