After getting home from hanging out with buddies at the pub, you and Hobie are sitting on the couch as you’re straddled on his lap and kissing around his face.

“Hold on hold on,” Hobie began once he realized the lipstick you wore all evening seemed to be getting smudged on your lips, “Are you tryna paint my face red?” He laughed as he sat up and kept you on him with his hands tickling at your waist.