What would you do if one day Nick Robinson randomly jumped into your room at midnight?

"My four favorite things," Nick said with a smirk. "Four?" I questioned, pulling out a baking sheet. "Well yeah," he stated before standing up. He slowly walked towards me. "Chocolate chip cookies..." He leaned against the counter next to me. "Hot chocolate..." Now he wrapped one arm around my waist. "Marshmallows," he smiled and with his index finger, he lifted up my chin. "And you." He finished, before leaning in and pressed his lips onto mine.