Rover stood beside you, quietly laughing to himself as you eagerly sat in your seat. He had invited you to lunch, saying something about having learned a new recipe you just had to try.

"Don't rush, it's hot," he warned, setting a steaming plate right in front of you.

In your barely containable excitement, you dove right in, not heeding his warning one bit. Almost immediately, you fanned at your mouth, swallowing what you stuffed in despite knowing better.

"I warned you," Rover gently chided you, tilting your head up by the chin. "Let me see."

Your lips were bright red and he could tell your were biting at your stinging tongue. Without even thinking, he leaned in and kissed your aching lips.