You were with Miles in his room, seated on his lap as you covered his face with kisses, leaving red lipstick marks on his skin each time you pulled away. In the heat of the moment, neither of you realized the weight of your actions until his mom, Rio, called you both out for dinner from the kitchen.

"Shit! dammit, What do we do? babe?" Miles panicked, immediately trying to wipe the marks off his neck and face and only smudging them further.