i sat in his lap, the metal tweezers in my hand. it was causal for me to pluck his eyebrows. when the hair on his eyebrows would grow back, he'd ask me to pluck them.
i concentrated on his structured face, plucking the tiny hairs away. he laughed slightly, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.
"what?" i questioned, having my hand function on his face. "do i look weird?"
"no you look adorable," he smiled. "i just love you so much."
"i love you too john." i smiled. i stopped looking from afar seeing his face. he blushed, a tight grin curving into his mouth.
"perfect fucking eyebrows babe."
short n simple.
