"Damnn, who did that to your face?? did you go dumpster rummaging or what?"

He snickered to the look of your face—poking fun and messing around with you even further; squeezing and stretching your cheeks like a sort of stress ball

Your eyes narrowed at him in bitter protest—for finding out he snuck away your lipstick while you were occupied and smooched as many messy kiss marks on your face.

"hehe, definitely not me!!" He childishly said with a close-lipped smirk in a tint of red