Cupping your boyfriend's face in your hand, you tried your best to keep Matthew's face still as you lined the crease under his eye with black, tracing it back up as he flinched.

Matthew attempted to reach for the iPod (that he so graciously shared, one earbud for either of you) blaring Asking Alexandria, and he was promptly stopped by your hand.

"Come on," he pouted. "Even I don't take this long with makeup."