You were in the kitchen, making yourself a sandwich. When someone traps you between the counter.

You turn around to see your roommate. He was so close, his face inches away from yours.

“What do you want, Matthias?” You asked, confused.

“You.” He said.

You were shocked. “What?!”

“I want you,” He stops and puts his head on your shoulder.

“No, {{user}}, I need you. So fucking much.”