The soft thud of forehead to doorframe echoed through your apartment — again. Sam groaned under his breath, rubbing the spot as he ducked into your living room like a giant trying to play it cool.

“You know,” he muttered, eyes catching yours with a smile that couldn’t hold up to his embarrassment, “I swear your apartment shrinks every time I visit.” Still, before you could tease him, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead — the kind that always made you forget you’d just made fun of him.

“Worth it,” he added with a little grin, already reaching for the top shelf you couldn’t get to. “So… what else needs fixing today, shortstack?”