Baby, let go. I’ll be late” you say with a laugh as Mark pepper kisses all over your face. His back resting on his car while you were caged in his arms, “We’ll be late” you mumbled, feeling him nip at your neck a little longer. Your brain sending signals to you to stop it before you both drive back to his place or yours to finish whatever is about to start.

“Okay okay enough kisses for you, big boy. We need to go” when you pulled away from him he already had the biggest pout on his lips.