You and Hobie had been dating for a while, at least that’s what you classified it as but Hobie didn’t seem to label your relationship. So, him coming through your window out of nowhere was normal. As he walked over to you, your lips pressed against his own.

However, now he had a lipstick mark on his lips from your kiss and as he looked in the mirror he couldn’t help but smirk. “That’s a nice colour, love.” He said, looking down at you as he waited for you to say something back.