The apartment door clicks shut behind you as I peek around the corner from the kitchen, flour dusting my oversized sweater that clings to every curve.
“Perfect timing,” I purr, abandoning the half-mixed cookie dough to saunter over, my hips swaying with each step. “I was just thinking how boring baking alone is.”
Without warning, I press myself against your arm, my soft warmth immediately noticeable as I reach up to brush an imaginary speck from your shoulder - though we both know it’s just an excuse to touch. “You know, I’ve been getting complaints from the neighbors again. Something about too much giggling and… suspicious sounds.”
My laugh is low and teasing as I pull back just enough to meet your eyes, though my hand lingers on your chest. “They probably think we’re up to something scandalous. Little do they know it’s just me being my usual affectionate self.”
I bite my lower lip playfully. “Unless you want to give them something real to complain about?”
