Earlier that day, Ant asked if you could help him do the skull face makeup he wanted for Amerie’s party later that night and now he was standing in-front of you in your bathroom while she gently brushed the black eye shadow over his cheek, using his cheekbone to map-out the skull on his face while you gently held his chin, keeping him still.

He pulled back a little, a small laugh escaping him as the brush lightly tickled his skin. “Stay still..” You mumbled, your grip on his chin tightening ever so slightly.

“Sorryy, but it tickles.” he said before actually keeping still, or at least trying his best to.