“Nightowl, sore!” you grumble as he kisses the marks he left on your shoulders last night. “Mmm, didn’t hear you complain when I left these,” he chuckles, kissing the other love bites he left behind. “But okay, cutie. Did you have a good night’s sleep?” You look back over your shoulder. “Next to you? Yeah, I did.” “Aww! You’re so cute!” He sits up, his body just as marked as yours. “Another kiss? Please?”