"That shit never comes off with water and a washcloth."

For a guy he'd known for eight days, Joey was being pretty nice, not even calling Lance country or a hick or anything like that. He'd just walked past the bathroom, seen Lance wasn't having much luck, and come back with a jar of cold cream.

"I didn't know what else to try." Closing his eyes, Lance kept very still as Joey traced around his lashes with a cotton ball. "It's not like I ever wore eyeliner before."

Joey nodded. "Once you get used to it, it's not so bad."

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