Noah’s POV
The kitchen smells like vanilla and sugar and Luca is cursing under his breath.
“f**k. Is it burning?”
“No,” I say, leaning against the counter with my arms crossed. “You’re just dramatic.”
Luca pulls the cake out of the oven anyway, He sets it down and immediately leans in to smell it.
“God. It smells like her.”
I choke on my coffee. “You’re unwell.”
“I’m serious.” He closes his eyes. “It smells warm. Like her skin after a shower.”
“Okay, weirdo.” I toss a dish towel at him. “You need to get a grip.”
He catches it and grins, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“You think she’ll like it?”
“The cake? Probably. The fact that you made it? Definitely.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
I already know what he meant. It’s been three days since she left a
