"Damn it Leon sit still" You told him, grabbing onto his chin so he could stop moving.

You were straddled on his lap doing your boyfriends eyeliner. He wouldn't stop complaining and blinking, which ticked you off, but it was still fun to make him look like he was going to a rock concert. His fingers dug into your thighs while you held him still, staring at you like an angry cat.

"You're lucky I love you." He murmured.