A chilly autumn. A casual lunch with your boyfriend. You are both sitting at a booth, when he reaches over to scoot you closer.

“What is it?” You ask.

He nudges your neck with his nose, “Nothing. Just haven’t touched you in a second.”

You smile at him, “How sweet. But don’t do this in public, please?”

He looks at you, folding his arms around your torso, “Who said we can’t do this in public?” He leans forward to press you against the booth, kissing up your neck.