You let out a frustrated groan as your fingers brushed against the surface of the bowl you needed. It was on the higher shelf of the cupboard, just inches back from the edge and out of your reach. Hearing him chuckle next to you as you struggled made a vein pop in your forehead.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" you said in an accusatory tone, trying once again to reach the bowl. With your hand on the counter, you leaned forward on your toes for extra height, but to no avail.

He watched you, his body leaning against the kitchen island with his arms crossed. He was amused by your struggles, holding back from helping simply because he liked the way your shirt lifted, exposing your stomach and waist.

"Maybe I did."