#SOFT JAAAKKKKEEEE

[readyforthegarden]

Imagining Jake laying on the bed, thumping his fingers against his chest to a beat you haven’t heard yet, eyes closed as you sit there with your mirror, tweezers and small scissors, doing your eyebrows. His eyes are closed, he’s just happy to be there and listening to you talk about your day while he rests for a moment. After a little while, you look over, he’s still looking so serene, but you can’t help it.

He jolts slightly, at the touch he didn’t see and wasn’t expecting. You laugh under your breath, gently pulling the spoolie through his eyebrows, brushing them up.

“What are you doing?” Jake asks, his own laugh shining through his words, eyes still closed as he relaxed again.

“Just thought you deserved some pampering.” you tell him, still brushing his brows. “Does it feel nice?”

“Yeah, kinda.” He answers noncommittally. You roll your eyes and when your arm gets tired, stop. He opens his eyes and takes your hand, bringing it back to his face. “Wait, can you do it a little bit more?”

“Of course, baby.”