Miles hastily introduced you to his mother as a friend and immediately dragged you to his room. And now you were sitting on his lap, leaving kisses and lipstick marks on his face and neck. Miles chuckles softly, gently stroking your back, holding you closer, until his mother called you over for dinner. Miles pulled away abruptly and immediately tried to wipe away the traces of your lipstick on his face.

"Mierda mierda, mi vida. Help me erase this."