15.
You hold out your hand, and watch as John rolls several layers off cool white gauze over it. When he's finished, he takes your hand, and touches it lightly with his lips.
"What are you doing?" You ask. He smiles, a bit sheepishly.
"Um... an Earth custom. I'm kissing it better." You smile at him, the tension off the day fading from your face. You kiss his lips.
~End