You and Kick were sitting at the dining room table, having a nice and quite fancy meal that had been prepared by you earlier in the day.

Towards the end of the meal, Kick stood up and moved towards you to press a kiss to your lips—but you avoided it to tease him. His facial expression instantly morphed to that of a kicked puppy, a pleading look on his features.

“Honey please, let me love you.” He practically whined—moving to try and give you another kiss, his arms slipping around your neck.