It's the middle of August and it feels like the hottest day of summer so far. You're straightening up around your house to keep yourself busy and your mind off the heat. Your favorite music is pulsing loudly through the house as you dance around. In between the dancing you begin to tidy up the kitchen area. You take the clean dishes from the dishwasher and put them where they belong. One dish in particular had to go in a really high up cabinet and even on your toes you still couldn't get it in there. Why are cabinets made this high anyway? You think to yourself.
You place the dish down and turn around to look for your step stool, but all you find is your creeper boyfriend, Justin, standing there. "Weirdo" you say laughing lightly. Unable to find the stool, you attempt different ways to get it into the cabinet failing each time. You hear Justin trying to hold in his laughs, obviously failing since you can hear it over the music.
You turn around and pout. "Do you like seeing me struggle?" you joke rolling your eyes. Justin laughs and says "Pretty much. You could just ask for my help-" you cut him off by saying "Nope, I don't need or want it. I can do it." You turn around and start to climb up on the counter. "Woah, woah babe" Justin says walking over to you. "I'll just put it up" he says laughing, "I don't want to be the one having to take you to the hospital." You sit down on counter and cross your arms as he easily puts the dish in the cabinet. "Whatever" you mumble. "Don't be mad because I'm tall" he teases as he gets close to your face and wraps your legs around his waist as you sit firmly on the counter. You laugh at the fact that he thinks he's tall when in reality he's really not. "You're not even tall, you just have long arms" you say as you untangle your legs and playfully push him away.
Hopping down from the counter, you go to the other side of the kitchen and start wiping down the counters with cleaning wipes. Justin, still wanting your full attention, comes up behind you and puts his hands on your waist. You squirm and say "Justin! It's too hot!" You turn around to get him off of you and he meets you with a kiss to the lips. Unable to say no to one of his kisses, you kiss him back. After the kiss you smile. "You know what I wanna do?" you say bringing him closer. Justin smirks and says "What?" You whisper in his ear "Clean" and put a spray bottle in his hand. "Wait, wha-" you cut him off saying "Thanks babe!" You smile and go off to finish cleaning.
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