You were up early in the morning, you wanted pancakes, so you whipped together all the ingredients, making the batter, when Nash walked downstairs in his pyjamas.

Nash is your brothers best friend, he is constantly sleeping at your house, "morning", he said with a sleepy raspy voice, he made himself a coffee than stood beside you.

"What are you making?", he asked, "Pancakes", you said turning the stove on and adding olive to a pan, he looked at you with a mischievous smirk.

Than he dipped his finger in the batter, smudging it along your face, you froze and didn't move a muscle Nash just chuckled.

"Pass me a paper towel", you said, trying not to laugh along with him, you wiped your face clean, than returned to the bowl but Nash stopped you, pulling closer to him.

He leaned in, connecting his lips with yours, once he pulled away, "you had batter on your lips", he said keeping his eyes locked with yours.

But you used that as a distraction, grabbing handful of batter  and splashing in into his hair.