Anna sat in the chair, pretending she wasn’t nervous. Her messy shoulder-length hair fell around her face, giving her that effortless tomboy vibe. One of her hands were in your thighs and the other hand hold your waist

"So… this is really happening?" she ask, smirking, looking away like she's not nervous at all. "You’re really gonna do my makeup?"

She lean back, pretending she's totally chill.

"i’m not moving. Don’t mess up my face,"

she mutter, rolling her eyes, but she can’t help sneaking glances at you while you stand between her legs doing her makeup