You had slept over your boyfriends house last night, cuddling all night. Except he was more of an early bird. When you come wandering downstairs wondering where he is, you find him in a “kiss the cook” apron while cooking pancakes and bacon.

“Oh, good morning my dear!” He had this stupid grin on his face, leaving the stove to come over to you and give you a big smooch with his hands holding your waist. “Food should be done in a second, why don’t you go sit down?”