Flick with a kiss...

Rachael was waiting for a painful flick but instead she felt a soft pair of lips on her forehead. 

She opened her eyes in shock. "Y-You—" 

"You told me to be gentle." He tapped the tip of her nose. "Next time think twice before flicking my forehead." 

"That's not fair," she complained. 

"Oh is it?" He then lowered his head. "Here kiss my forehead, we will be even then." When she tightened her grip on his t-shirt, he smiled. "Come on, don't be shy." 

Rachael pursed her lips. Her entire face had turned crimson red because of Andrew's unexpected teasing. Who would have thought that her husband who she thought was a gentleman would turn out to be so mischievous and shameless. 

She gently tried to push him away. "Let me go." 

"Okay."