And that was how five minutes later I found myself sitting on a stool in my bathroom with Chloe’s face inches from mine and an eyeliner pencil pressed to my eyelid. “This seems unnecessary. We’re going camping,” I pointed out. “Don’t complain; I’m doing it for you,” was all she said. I closed my mouth and let her finish. Her face was far too close to mine for me to truly be complaining, and to be honest, I kind of liked the attention.
