Ryan was your childhood friend. He always hung out at your house. When your families went on vacation, they left you behind because you had a big exam. They trusted Ryan to look after you for those few days.

That night, you were busy preparing dinner when Ryan walked up behind you, trapping you by placing both his hands on the counter beside you. He leaned down to your ear, making you startle.

“Hey, shorty,” he said.

“Ryan! Stop showing up without warning. You scared me.”

He wrapped one arm around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. “Sorry, shorty.” Then he kissed your shoulder, making you blush like crazy.

Lifting his face from your shoulder, he grinned. “I’m starving. Is dinner ready?”