with my baby bubba, Y/N," Jake said, squishing my cheeks with one hand.

"Jake!" I exclaimed, shoving his hand away. I hated when he did that, a fact of course he was well aware of—that's why he did it all the time.

"Today, we're going to be cooking a 5-star meal with this easy bake oven."

"I'm an experienced chef on the easy bake, so this is going to be a piece of cake," I looked up at Jake for his reaction. "Get it? Cake? 'Cause we're baking."

"Shut up," he chuckled.

I punched him in the arm and we started "baking." After we had our mixture in the pan, I went to put it onto into the oven. Jake wrapped an arm around my waist and grabbed the pan in the other hand. I squealed when he lifted me up. He turned to the side and put me back down.

"I wanted to do it!" I exclaimed like a child.

Jake stuck out his butt so I couldn't get close to the oven and put the pan in. I laid a hard smack on his ass cheek.

"Ow," he whined, rubbing his behind.

"That's what you get!" I laughed.

Sam stood in the kitchen doorframe with his brows furrowed. It was likely he had witnessed most of that. "I'm just getting some water," he said, going to the fridge.

"Let's make the frosting while that's baking," Jake suggested. We returned to our "baking" and Sam went back to his room.

After we finished up Jake's video, I helped him clean up before going up to Sam's room. His door was open so I went inside. He was laying on his bed scrolling through Instagram.

"Hey, Jake and I are going to grab some Chipotle. Wanna come?" I asked.

"So I can third wheel on your date?" Sam retorted, not bothering to look at me.

"You know Jake and I are just friends," I replied.

"You sure don't act like it," he mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned, folding my arms.

"He's always touching you. Constantly. We're friends and I don't touch you all the time."

"You could," I mumbled without thinking. I instantly regretted saying it and prayed he didn't hear. "That was supposed to stay inside my head."

"Well it was in your head to begin with,

Y/N," Sam chuckled dryly, getting up from the bed. He stepped closer and I felt the air getting thicker. He reached behind me and shut the door, backing me up against it.

"I'm guessing we're not going to get Chipotle anytime soon," I chuckled.

Sam shook his head before attaching his lips to mine.