You're standing on your tip toes trying to reach the top shelf. Why does everything have to be so high? Maybe you're just short. You try to climb on the counter to reach the top.

Your clumsy ass slips and you fall back with a gasp. You see your life flash before your eyes but your body doesnt hit the ground.

You turn around and see your boyfriend holding you in his arms. Your head buried between his chest.

"Careful, shorty.", he says and helps you on your feet while holding your waist.