my head was resting on your lap, while you were sitting in indian style on your bed. my eyes shut as you massaged some random serums into my face, after you trimmed and plucked my eyebrows.

“my brows burn..” i mumbled, my eyebrows furrowing a little unintentionally. i opened my eyes slightly, looking up at you through my long lashes, which you had put castor oil on too. you probably were doing this always on yourself too, no wonder you’re so pretty.

but i’m a guy, i don’t need to be pretty.