Mitch and you have a lakehouse that you spend the summers at, and it's currently July. You had always been an early bird, and Mitch was never a morning person, so you were used to quiet mornings alone.

It was seven AM, and you were out on the dock, enjoying the cool morning air with a coffee. You were just lounging in one of the chairs on the dock when you felt a small kiss on your head. You looked up to see it was Mitch.