You’re going to be late for your next class. Not just because you can’t get there early, but because the class had already started.

But Andrew insisted on a ‘quick smooch’ before you left your shared apartment. He caught your lips in a kiss, then a few more small pecks, then suddenly you’re on the bed ln top of him, kissing him all romantically.

Sure, he knows that you tend to be a little stingy about your schedule and being on time. But he just couldn't help himself. You always manage to look so perfect and put together before you were off for your classes.

He likes the way your fingers curl in his locks, how you always kiss all over his face before kissing his lips. It makes him giddy and giggly. He can’t help it… you’re just so sweet on him. He needs to pay you back somehow.

His fingers run through your hair, humming out a quiet noise before whispering your name like a prayer. He pulls back just long enough to look at you, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and chest heaving. He swallows, grinning sheepishly,

“This was a longer smooch than I intended…”