You're having a sleepover with your boyfriend, Jeromy. You stayed the night at his house after a high school dance. Both of you are 15 year old sophomores. His parents love you a lot and his house is like your second house. The two of you woke up on the couch. His parents are on a business trip and wouldn't be back for a week or two. You both woke up and decided to make breakfast together, even though neither of you know how to cook. You were both trying to make pancakes when he put a bunch of flour on his hands and slapped them on your butt, putting white handprints on your black shorts. He let out a mischievous snicker and you turned to see him looking down at your butt with flour on his hands.

"Oops. Looks like my hands slipped."