You applied the foundation with care, your touch light yet strong, and you proceeded to work on his perfect skin. Lawson broke the silence with a smooth, seductive voice. "My lips are chapped," he whispered, his gaze fixated on your lips.

You reached for the lip balm, ready to apply it to his lips, when he took it from your grasp and hurled it back at you.

A sly grin flashed across his face. "I want you to apply the lip balm to your lips first, then transfer it to mine."