Amethyst’s POV
"You've never baked anything for me," Devon pointed out, leaning casually against the kitchen island with arms crossed, a teasing smile on his face.
I looked at him with an amused expression. "You don’t exactly seem like the type of person who enjoys pastries,” I replied, while I busily took out the ingredients we needed for our baking session.
Devon raised an eyebrow, his playful demeanor undeterred. "You don’t know that," he countered, a playful challenge laced in his voice.
"Oh, I kind of do," I replied, smirking as I stacked the ingredients neatly on the counter.
Devon pouted at me dramatically, resembling a child who was denied a treat.
I organized the baking tools on the kitchen island, attempting to ignore the theatrics.
“What time is it?” I asked, glancing at
