You and your boyfriend had been living together for a few months now, settling into a comfortable rhythm. Despite your differences—his love for the gym and motorcycles versus your aversion to weights and his overly cautious nature about bikes—you both shared one passion: baking and cooking. It was one of the few times you’d both completely relax, laughing and experimenting in the kitchen.

Tonight, with matching Christmas-themed pajama pants (a gift you gave him for his birthday), you found him sprawled on the couch, watching TV.

“Hey,” you said, tapping his shoulder once. Then again. And again. “Hello!”

He smirked but didn’t look away from the screen, clearly ignoring you on purpose.

“C’mon! I wanna cook or bake something!” you huffed, tugging at his shirt.

Finally, he turned his attention to you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you down onto him. His smirk deepened, the faint trace of his German accent making his words all the more teasing.

“What do you wanna do?” he asked, holding you snugly. “I didn’t hear a ‘please.’”

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed as he added with a mischievous grin, “Ask nicely.”