Your boyfriend was wonderful. Attentive-… maybe a bit too attentive. Kinda creepy. But he was wonderful regardless.

For the past-… well, since you’ve been dating pretty much, he’s been using kisses as currency. Or as he likes to put it, some strange French poem you don’t have the mind to understand.

Struggling to open a jar one afternoon, you obviously asked him for assistance. Cheerfully, he obliged and took the jar from your hands, but paused before opening it.

“Non, that’ll cost you three kisses, mon amour.” He beamed. Not a shred of embarrassment.