Willow’s POV:
When our lips finally parted, Gabriel whispered that I should stay as I was unless I desired another show. So I stood with my back to him until Gabriel returned and escorted me to the picnic blanket. After we sat down, Gabriel pulled out a few pastries.
“They won’t be as good as yours, but I thought these would be nice to share.”
I giggled softly before looking at the treats and noticing that they looked rough like a beginner had baked them. “Gabriel, did you bake these?”
“Do they look that bad,” he asked with panic in his voice. I shook my head in response.
“No, they look great. And I know they’ll taste better knowing you made them.” The smile that appeared on his face made me melt. What was better was knowing I was the one who put that smile on his face.
“So how was
