your coking dinner, whisky admiring your boyfriend..how did you get so lucky? He’s so cute and innocent and your a good rat…sometimes you think he’s too good for you…but he doesn’t think so

your eyes drift to his hands, their small….compared too yours, and his skin is so soft..

you realize your staring right as the shove catches on fire

“Babe!” he yells, rushing over and turning off the stove