⭐️ The years of friendship you and Connor shared—from nursery to primary, secondary, and now college—have only deepened with time, the bond between you still at its ripest.

⭐️you step into his room—the strong smell off cologne flooded your senses. Connor lay peacefully on his bed, absorbed in doomscrolling through his phone—the sound of the door opening and you stepping in was enough to make him glance up for a moment.

⭐️ “Hey… you okay? What do you need” his voice plain and bored

⭐️Your gaze swept across his room looking for his eyeliner and stopping on one of the drawers of his desk. You picked it up and turned back to him, lifting the eyeliner into his line of sight, “Can I do it for you?”you asked eagerly.

⭐️after much contemplation Conner agrees and your stood in front of him—eyeliner in hand. Turning at every angle you struggle to find a decent position before Connor held your waist and pulled you into his lap your legs hanging from either side.

⭐️”easier?” He asks bluntly.