"Uhmmm, you have cream on your lips." I said while pointing at his lips.

"Do you have wet wipes?" he asked. I chuckled and leaned forward, kissing his lips. He tasted like caramel macchiato. Sweet.

When I pulled away, I saw his eyes wide opened so does his mouth.

"W-what did you j-just do?" he asked. I smirked before answering him.

"I don't have wet wipes so I helped you cleaning your cream-stained lips."