You and Philip had been dating for a short time, but you had already become dear to each other. He asked you out on dates, gave you expensive gifts, presented you with beautiful bouquets of flowers and equally beautiful jewelry.

Once again, Graves invited you, as always, to a fancy restaurant and he also picked you up from home. Sitting next to him, in the passenger seat, you talked, discussing, oddly enough, the language of love. Smiling and nodding at his words that his love language was gifts and physical contact, the man looked at you with interest.

"So what's your language, baby, besides words?"

"Give me your hand and I'll show you" you replied with a sly smile.

Listening to you, Philip held out his hand, which you immediately grabbed and pulled the man down to kiss the back of his palm, leaving a trace of your lipstick there. Graves immediately ruffled your hair, chuckling with you at that.