Your new amazing idea was something you called the 'lipstick challenge' — you bought a set of lip balms in different flavors that the person you're kissing has to guess.

"Alright, close your eyes."

Damiano’s voice was laced with amusement as he twisted the cap off one of the lip balms from the ridiculous set you’d bought earlier that day.

You felt him move closer, the heat of his body pressing into yours as he smeared the lip balm over his lips.

"Okay, go on, genius. What’s the flavor?"

You barely had time to think before his lips were on yours—soft, teasing, pressing just enough to let you catch the faintest hint of the flavor before pulling back.

You licked your lips, brows furrowing in concentration. "Is that… cherry?"

"Tsk. Wrong." He grinned, leaning in again—this time, kissing you slower, letting you really taste it.

Your hands gripped his hoodie, pulling him closer as you hummed against his lips. It was sweet, a little tangy—

"Coca-Cola." You pulled back, triumphant.

"Bingo." Damiano smirked, already reaching for another lip balm. "Your turn."