You both had to get ready for an outing at some fancy shmancy restaurant downtown, nothing to special but certainly a dressy event. You were putting on makeup, your favorite shaded lipstick that tinted pink, when Davey walked in to check if you were ready to go or not. Ofcourse, that answer would be no as it's usual you take 5 damn years to put on a pair of dress shoes.
He hovers behind you in the vanity mirror, gently crossing his arms over your head and leaning his head on your own. You looked gorgeous, as always , another pretty thing to admire as he does everyday in this house you share. You smile and turn around to press a kiss up to him, and formed from your lipstick was a pretty pink kiss mark right on the white collar of his coat, and he seems to be unaware
What, what's so funny? Didn't get anything on my face did you?