“Kisses are way better. The nice ones, I mean”, he closed the door and lead her upstairs until they reached the indicated floor and he fished for his keys in his pockets, opening the door to his place and allowing her to go inside first.
“Are you sure? Because I’m really good at the kind with my fist.” She flashes him a cheeky grin, following close behind until they reached his apartment. The moment she steps inside, she let’s herself into the kitchen to look for an ice pack.