The morning sun shine through the window, casting a soft golden glow. You stand by the stove, barefoot, wearing nothing but Daniel's oversized shirt from yesterday. Your damp hair cascading down your back.

Behind you, you hear the jingling of keys. You turn around and see Daniel, already dressed and reaching for his jacket.

"You can't-you can't go!" You protest, standing in front of him, arms outstretched to block his way.

He raises an amused eyebrow and twirls his car keys around his finger. "Why not?"

You clear your throat and lift your chin. "Because you don't feel well."

A slow grin spreads across his lips. His dark brown eyes sparkle mischievously. "Oh, do I?"

You nod seriously and place a hand on his chest. "Yes. Sorry, I forgot to tell you, but you're actually not feeling very well."

Daniel steps closer, his body pressed against yours as he pushes you against the kitchen counter.

"Hmm" He hums, his voice amused. Your fingers travel up his arms as you pretend to think deeply.

"And...if you stay home all day, let me take care of you, kiss you, and cook for you...maybe you'll get completely well."

His grin widens and before you can say another word, his lips find yours. The kiss is slow, teasing, as if he is savoring the moment.

Then, just as quickly as he leaned forward, he pulls back.

"Bye!" He says between kisses and goes to the door.

Your jaw drops. "Daniel!"

But he's already gone. With a sigh, you look around the empty apartment. What now? You're alone, you have nowhere to go, and-

The door bursts open again. Daniel storms back into the house, throws his keys on the table and strides purposefully towards you.

"F*ck it! I'll tell my friends I'm not feeling well." He mutters.

You barely have time to react before he spins you around and pulls you close to him. His lips crash into yours and his hands gripping your waist as if he never wants to let go.

"You make me pancakes" He murmurs between kisses, his breath warm on your skin. "I swear to God."