You were sitting on your boyfriend, callum’s, lap, getting everything ready to do his eyebrows. You had been asking him if he’d let you do them for a little bit now, and today he had finally decided to let you do them.

“You’re not gonna rip half my eyebrow off, right? Do you have to use tweezers? Will it hurt?” He asked.

He was asking multiple of questions to be annoying, laughing a little as he is watched you sort the everything out, his fingers gently tracing up and down your back as you sat there on his lap.