#jarilo-vi

“WHAT DID YOU DO?”

Sampo jolted up to an upright sitting position when he heard you yelling at him. Looking towards the direction of your voice, he tilted his head to the side. “What are you talking about?”

You ripped open the bathroom door with wide, frantic eyes. You didn’t even need to point to the bruises on your neck, collarbone, and chest. “This! What is this?! When, how, why did this happen!”

Shrugging, he gave a half smile. “Well, we were making out last night. And you didn’t have a shirt on…”

“STILL!”

“Well, things like this happen! I mean, you know how much of a turn on your chest is to me.” He teased, crawling over to your side of the bed, which was closer to the bathroom door.

You loudly sigh, dropping your hand from the door. “I have to work today! My coworkers are never going to let me live it down now!”

He chuckled before sliding off the bed, slinking up to you and pressing a long and sensual kiss on your lips and cheeks. You couldn't help but move with the caressing of his lips, even placing your hands low on his hips. He chuckled into the kiss, making you smile.

Pulling away, he whispered in your ear, “You have foundation to cover that up. You should use that.”

"I was going to say maybe I should just call out sick, but thank you for giving me a solution to my problem."