You and Lukas have an agreement: casual and usually wild nights to release stress. Last night was no different, hands, kisses, bites, teeth, sucking... anyway hot.

The next morning you walk to the bathroom still sleepy wearing one of Lukas’ T-shirts, you look in the mirror and see marks on your neck.

“You left this here on purpose, right?” You ask when he shows up.

Lukas, who had just gotten out of the shower, wrapping a towel wrapped around his waist, answers without even looking.

“If you’re going out with another shirt of mine... I needed to agree.”