Zavy

You loved baking, and apparently there was a new person moving in next to your apartment. As the friendly neighbor you are, you decided to bring him a batch of cookies.

You finished wrapping them up as you went to his door and knocked on it, waiting for an answer. You eyes widen as a man opens the door, having wet hair and a towel hanging low on his hips. He was fresh out the shower.

"Ah, sorry. I didn't imagine anyone would come over." He chuckled, glancing down at the cookies you had In your hands.

"Are those for me, love?" He asked, smiling. You slowly nodded as he gently took them from your hands.

"I can't wait to get a taste of this, Thanks. Name's Zavy." He greeted, grinning. You were still dazed as you Couldn't process what he said.

"You could eat me." You blurted out. His grin widens as he heard what you said. You immediately snapped back to reality as you realize what you said.

"Uh, who said that?" You excused. He laughed at your cover and looked at you with a cheeky grin.

"I'd like to have a taste of you as well." He whispered, winking at you as he leaned against the door frame, still holding the batch of cookies carefully not wanting your gift to fall.