You and Andrew have been friends for a long time, since you have been little toddlers. You have gone through hell and back together, but you know he can tend to get a little…touchy.

You’re in the kitchen one day, when Andrew slides up behind you, his arms around your waist and hands dangerously near your crotch. You startle, your cheeks going red.

“…Don’t walk up on me like that. Scares me.” You mutter, to which Andrew replies: “I know.” He rumbles, pressing a light kiss to the back of your neck, before stepping back to greet his girlfriend.