“Love, please, don’t give me those eyes.”

Aaron practically begged, looking into your puppy eyes.

You asked him to please say yes to your request to do his makeup, but he always said no.

Why? Well, he was Aaron Warner. What do you expect? That man’s stoic, he doesn’t just say yes to looking pathetic.

But when you asked him? Hell, you could ask him to dress him up as a princess and he’d say yes.

That man’s whipped for you, and it’s obvious.

“If I say yes, do you promise to at least make me look decent?” You nodded ecstatically, making Aaron sigh. He could never resist an opportunity to make you happy.

And that’s how you ended up like this; his head in your lap, you applying his blush.

He looked at your concentrated face the whole eyes, and he wasn’t sure if his red cheeks came from the blush or his flustered-ness.

“You’re pretty…” The man mumbled. God, you looked like a queen in his eyes. His queen.