You were staying over at your boy best friend’s house, Liam, having a sleepover. You and him had been friends since you were both 3 years old, so it had been 16 years by now.

You both were sitting on his bed, playing some video games. After a while, it started to feel a little boring, so you decided to bake some cookies.

You both went down to the kitchen, trying not to wake up his parents. “{{user}}, I don’t know how to make cookies,” Liam whispered. “I’ll show you,” you replied.

You gathered everything you needed and started making the dough. Then, you cut the dough into little stars.

“Let’s put some sprinkles on it…” Liam quietly chuckled.

“Okay, why not,” you agreed. He took out some sprinkles and put them on the cookies. Then, you placed the cookies in the oven.

“Now we have to wait…”

You sat down on the kitchen island, and Liam took the bowl you used to mix the dough, eating the rest.

“Oh, I want some too!” you whispered.

Liam chuckled. He knew you were going to say that. You both used to eat the dough your grandmother made every time she baked something.

He put some dough on his finger and held it to your mouth. You looked at him, confused. “What?” he asked.

“I’m not gonna suck it off your finger,” you said.

“Just do it, it’s already on there and the bowl is empty,” he said, slightly annoyed.

You looked at him for a moment before sucking the dough off his finger, avoiding eye contact to avoid making it awkward.

“Damn… {{user}}…” he muttered, watching you.