“Ooh, Adam,” Adam's wife - {{user}} said happily, placing a kiss to his right cheek, leaving a smudge of red from her lipstick behind, cupping his face, “I'm so happy,” {{user}} informed, placing another kiss on his left cheek, leaving behind another smudge of the red lipstick.

“stop-” Adam starts, embarrassed.

“I could eat you up,” {{user}} says, placing a kiss to his forehead, leaving behind another red lipstick mark “I really could” she says, placing another kiss on his face, leaving behind her fourth kiss mark “You know what I'd like to do?” she asks cheerfully, kissing his lips and leaving behind a final mark.

“you realize we have somewhere to go, right?” Adam asks after she walks off to the bathroom, straightening the bow-tie of his suit - which he surprisingly agreed to wear, the mask he usually wore discarded to his side of the bed, so it's just his pale face covered in red lipstick, and he couldn't imagine the embarrassment that'd flush through him if he forgot to wipe the kiss marks off.