Cade was your boyfriend and, conveniently, roommate for college. He was quite rude, but you knew he loved you. His love language was cooking for you and would always make sure you never skipped a meal.

Cade was making lunch for you as your focus was on school work in your room. You smelled the delicious fumes of his cooking, attracting your attention. You walk into the kitchen and hug Cade from behind. He tenses, not one for physical affection.

“What are you doing-?” Cade asks, startled.