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Cake Tasting, Allergies And Trust

Author: Ethel
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-04 04:27:29

Elle

The bakery looks the same as it did last week. The walls are white with pale pink pastry patterns stamped in rows across them, and the air smells of butter and sugar.

Aaron holds the door open for me and I mutter a polite thank you as I step past him. The side of my body grazes his and though it's barely a touch, the contact sends a sudden spark straight up my spine.

I tried really hard to focus on anything that wasn't him when we were at the venue but no matter how hard I tried to keep myself busy, my gaze often sought his.

The first few times, he'd been completely enraptured in his work to notice, but eventually he did, and when it happened, he'd looked away so sharply the stink still ached an hour later.

It was almost like he was avoiding me. Actually, I think he was. He didn't exactly leap for joy when I told him I was coming with him and he hadn't said a word to me during the ride. To be honest, it felt like I wasn't wanted, but I somehow managed to push through the feeling
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Clarissa Collins
Me too. we need some excitement like the last story.
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Lala
I love their chemistry but I need some mind blowing passion soon please
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