"Hey, come on, stop it!" Mattheo protested, dodging your lips that were dangerously close to his shoulder.

You laughed, holding him around the waist as your lips put a couple of more lipstick stains on his skin.

You both were still in bed; it was a Sunday, after all. The lipstick was on you just because you accidentally left it on your nightstand, and now Mattheo was suffering the consequences.

He was trying to play it cool and pretend he's not a clingy, sappy kind of guy. Even though he was thinking of tattooing the lipstick traces on his shoulder and writing your name all over his chest, {{user}}'s sounded much better than everything he heard before.

He felt another kiss being pressed to his skin, so he moved away just a bit.

"Stop it!" he tried to sound firm, but the blush on his cheeks and a smile on his lips were telling another story.