Just an hour ago at the library, you met Jack. Now, back at your apartment, you were kissing him all over his face, your lipstick leaving marks on his cheeks, forehead, and around his lips. You both sat on your bed, you kissing his face, and him smiling. After a moment, you stopped and laughed.

"Is something wrong, {{user}}?" Jack asked softly, still feeling the warmth of your lips on his skin.