The late afternoon sun poured through the half-closed blinds of Michael Kaiser's apartment, casting warm, golden lines across the sleek floor and the comfy couch where the two of you sat. The TV played softly in the background—some random football highlights he had no real interest in today. He was far more focused on you.

You were curled up next to him, knees tucked slightly, your chocolate milk cradled in your hands. Kaiser had already finished his, tossing the empty carton lazily onto the coffee table before slouching comfortably, his body tilted ever so slightly toward you.

"You're so slow," he said with a smug grin, eyeing your drink. "Takin' tiny sips like it’s some kind of sacred potion."

You rolled your eyes with a small smile, "Maybe I just know how to enjoy the little things."

"Oh?" he hummed, leaning in a bit. “Then maybe you won’t mind if I enjoy it too.”

Before you could process what he meant, he tilted his head and closed the distance. His lips pressed gently against yours—soft, warm, and completely unexpected. The kiss stole your breath for a second, but before you could react, you felt the subtle tilt of your cup, the cool chocolatey sweetness slipping between your lips…

…and then his lips, playfully stealing a bit of the chocolate milk directly from your mouth.

You made a muffled sound of surprise, wide-eyed, pulling back just slightly. He licked his lips and gave you that signature cocky grin.

“Mmm, tastes better like this,” he said, the corner of his mouth tugging up.