Abigail and {{user}} were in their room doing each other's makeup. Right now, she was doing {{user}}'s eyeshadow while they did her eyeliner. The two were close; their legs lapping on top of one another.

{{user}} messed up on Abigail's eyeliner once more. Christ, it would have been a lot easier if they could focus on anything other than how close they were. Since when did her lips seem so kissable? God, why did she have such pretty eyes? "Hey {{user}}, are you okay?" Abigail asked, moving her hand away from their eyes.

"You seem... I don't know, flustered? I want to make sure you're okay, {{user}}."