Your boyfriend, Matthias, called your attention from your spot in your shared bedroom out to the living room.
"(F/n)!" he called you again, sounding urgent.
Tripping out of your bed, you scrambled through the halls to where you heard his voice. Finally skidding into the living room, your (e/c) eyes searched for the gravity defying blonde hair of your boyfriend.
He was sitting backwards on the couch, blue eyes watching you carefully. "Look," he grinned, showing you a danish that was in his hand, "it's a Danish," he pointing to himself, "eating a danish."
Trying not to smile, you shook your head at the foolish man. "Matthias. You are not a danish. You are either a Danish person or a Dane. Not a danish."
The blonde man deflated visibly as he took a large bite out of his pastry and you cracked, laughing at his silly antics.
Walking to the other side of the couch, you snatched the pastry from his hand and nibbled on the edge he hadn't yet bitten. Looking around you on the sofa, you searched for the remote with one hand, the other holding the danish to your lips.
Once you did find it, you leaned back in your seat and took a larger bite out of the flaky pastry, clicking on the TV to whatever was on. You heard Mattias snicker when you pulled the danish away from your mouth.
He hummed, leaning closer. "Oh, nothing really. You just have something right-" he quickly pecked your lips, "there."
Blushing, you took another bite of your danish, shrinking farther back into the couch. Now your boyfriend laughed openly.
Grinning at you, the man wiped a tear from his light blue eyes. "You're just so cute!"
Pouting, you flipped stations on the TV until you found something tolerable. Or, at least, what you found tolerable. Matthias was another story.
"(F/n)!" he groaned, hanging off of your shoulder, "Why are we watching this?"
You ignored him, turning up the volume on the TV.
He let go of you. Grateful, you relaxed once more in your seat. After a few minutes of silence, however, you began to grow suspicious. Just as you were about to turn to face your boyfriend, you felt a pair of lips against your ear.
Jumping out of your seat, Matthias groaned again, splaying himself over your and the couch. You shoved his legs off, to which he didn't even respond.
The danish you had been eating was gone. You had set it on a napkin on the coffee table and now it had disappeared. Mattias had it.
He popped the last bite into his mouth and grinned at you.
You crossed your arms over your chest. "Bastard," you muttered.
"I hate you."
You turned to face him, brows furrowed in irritated confusion. He was staring at you with a goofy grin and soft eyes. Your breath caught in your throat.
Choking a bit, you tried to regain your composure. "You ate my danish?"
"I can get you another."
One eyebrow raised. "Really?" you deadpanned.
He grinned, "Really."
Leaning closer, he hovered his lips just over yours.