Dating a dentist had its perks—perfectly white teeth, free dental advice, an unlimited supply of mints, and best of all, free appointments. But it also meant constant reminders about flossing and sugar intake.

Tonight, you sat on the bathroom counter, swinging your legs as your boyfriend, Dr. Theo, stood between them, holding your chin gently.

“You haven’t been flossing, have you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

You pouted. “I do! Sometimes…”

He sighed, shaking his head. But the small smile on his lips betrayed his scolding tone.

Leaning in, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Are you gonna punish me, doctor?” you teased.

His grip on your waist tightened slightly. “Oh, I will,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

Just as you started melting into it, he pulled away, smirking.

“No kisses until you floss.”

You groaned, dramatically flopping back. “Dating a dentist is suffering.”

He chuckled, handing you floss. “Dating someone who doesn’t floss is suffering.”

Rolling your eyes, you took it from him. “At least I get free appointments.”

He smirked. “Oh, trust me, your next one won’t be gentle.”