*Cynamon*
I stand at the kitchen counter, the scent of vanilla and chocolate wafting through the air, as I finish up the cupcakes. The soft glow of the setting sun filters through the large windows of our home, casting a warm hue over everything. I’m just putting the finishing touches on a batch of my signature cupcakes… lavender-infused with a hint of lemon zest… when Austin walks in again, his presence instantly igniting a flutter of excitement in my chest.
“Those smell incredible, babe,” he says, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. His eyes twinkle with that charming mischief I adore.
“Thanks! Just wait until you taste them,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady while my heart races. I can’t help but sneak a glance at him. He is wearing that soft, faded T-shirt that hugs
