your stay at his house was fun. but slightly chaotic.

an idea popped into your mind and you finally attempted it.

baking with your bf, hayden.

in no time at all, you and hayden had decided to make batter for the cookies and were happily eating the chocolate chips around a table.

hayden was enjoying it - digging his hands into the batter, the sticky dough through his fingers.

“you face is beet fuckin’ red right now when you’re lookin’ at my fingers.” hayden chuckles, voice slighty raspy.

you definitely aren’t dirty minded, and that batter definitely doesn’t look like something you shouldn’t be thinking about.