Rain pattered against the window, the outside darkened by the drape of night. The smell of toasting bread mixed with melted cheese swirled in the apartment, a comforting warmth radiating from the stovetop. Before you’d woken up from your nap Kyle had started making a pair of grilled cheeses for the two of you. The smell alone was enough to rouse you just in time to see him finish them.

Kyle shuffled behind you, rambling about what he’d used in the grilled cheese to make them. “Let it cool, okay?” Kyle warned, setting the pan in the sink and glancing over his shoulder just in time to see a bite taken from the sandwich. He heard your panting not a second later, trying to cool it and he chuckled. “I told you to wait!” Kyle playfully scolded.

“Did you burn yourself,” he teased. He made his way back to you and cupped your jaw, gently keeping your mouth open. “Oh, do you want me to blow on it?” Without hesitation, he leaned in and puffed a few breaths onto your tongue to soothe the burn. His laughter broke up his effort, distracting you from the sting, bringing a flush of warmth that had nothing to do with the sandwich.