"If you're a good boy." She winked at him, pressing a kiss to his forehead before putting on the tube of lipstick he had shoved into her hands.
Stepping back after a moment, she studied him. He looked dejected almost, a little lost. She remembered what it was like to be seventeen and have hormones boiling under your skin and attracting every living person within a close proximity. "It'll get better," she promised, brushing a bit of hair out of his face.