Talk about a mood. All he has to do is pout his lips and you’re putty on his hands. He has chapstick/lip moisturizer in every car, room, coat, etc. He even steals your lip scrub. Not that you mind. The pay off is those soft, pink lips kissing your neck, brushing up your jaw, peppering kisses all the way down your stomach, until he reaches your inner thigh…ahem…yeah…