Don't Love Me
Cass is under her spell and he needs my help.
I step towards him and laugh lightly, saying, "Babe, let me help you. You have lipstick on your cheek."
I wrap one arm around his neck to hold him in place and lick the thumb of my other hand so I can rub it off."
It takes a couple of licks and I joke, "What's in this lipstick? It's like being drawn on with a permanent marker!"
I know my lame joke helps pull Cass out of his trance when I feel him wrap his arm around my waist and pull me tight to his side. To show him I have his back, I place a claiming kiss on his cheek in the exact same spot that I just cleaned."