Robbie’s hand rested on your cheek to keep your head in place. You couldn’t help it, really — feeling the eye pencil drag under your lash line was enough to make your eyelid twitch once again. A small grunt escaped his lips. “Stop moving,” Robbie mumbled. He sounded on focus, as if he was trying to make it look good on you, even after teasing him for denying owning make-up. Who would have guessed that, short after, you’d be applying eyeliner to each other?

“There.” As your eyelashes fluttered open, you found Robbie’s face inches away from yours. A small smile on his lips while he stared at you, almost proud of his work. Soon he leaned back, pulling away and handing you the eye pencil.

Robbie sat there, staring at you for a brief moment, before he closed his eyes and waited patiently for you to do his eyeliner.