"Harder!" I shout. " And don't stop until I tell you to!" I glare at the man that dares to call me "best friend". My real best friend wouldn't stop until they are bone deep tired. " I'm trying!" He growls back at me, slamming down the bowl . " It feels like I've been doing this for 4 hours! My arms hurt! How do you do this everyday?!?" He yells walking over to the couch and plopping down. " Hey! I didn't tell you to stop!" I tell him while cuddling up to him. He giggles and kisses my nose. I blush and nuzzle my head into his neck. I lift my face back up and kiss him on his nose- or well, attempt to. He moves his head and kisses me on the lips, a peck that was a little too long to be a mistake. He pulls back and starts watching the TV that I didn't even know was on. I gasp and cuddle up a little more, hoping to seem like I didn't have a mini heart attack from what just happened. He looks down at me and smiles his shy (sly) boy smile and says " I'm done! You better get to mixing if you really want it!" He laughs, making me smile. How did I get so lucky to have them so close to me.
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Hey! This was a random midnight ( 5:00 ) thought while almost being asleep, so don't judge too hard! But I do hope (that) you love it!
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