You had just come home from a party,feeling drained you throw your arms around your boyfriend, “go brush your teeth first,” he paused. “then we can go to bed.” he places you’re arms off of him. “I can’t…” you state, resting your head against his broad muscular chest. “come” he whispered. he led you too the bathroom where he gently placed you too the counter, avoiding the sink. he unpacked a makeup bag wipe, and began to softly dragging it against your face.