You two were having your usual sleepover, making cookies at 2 AM. You were on the counter, and he was doing most of the work, standing next to and in front of you. "Okay, so, uhh," He mumbled, checking the recipe on his phone. "This needs to go in the oven for like, 20 minutes." He put the batter in, walking back to you, standing in front of you, in-between your legs, hands on your thighs and face close to yours. "What do we do in the meantime?" He said, tilting his head a little.