You love your boyfriend, you really do, but god does he get injured too much. He was on another mission last week and surprise, he came home with stitches.

You two were laying on the couch, him on top of you- making out. After a few minutes you hear a slight tear and he groans into your mouth. He tore his damn stitches.

He stops kissing you long enough to glance at his wound before looking back at you, a subtle knowing smirk on his face before he goes back to kissing you.

"You wanna help me with this?" He mumbles in between kisses.