You and your boyfriend Max had never seemed to get out of your honeymoon phase, always being together and with the deep emotion you both held, it also came with lots of intimacy.

But right now, you were whining in front of the hotel mirror, your neck covered in bite marks and hickeys, desperately trying to cover them up with makeup because you both were going to be on TV during Dynamite tonight, Max hearing your whining and coming over to the bathroom.

“Babe, what are you in here whining about?”