All Chapters of Frosted with Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Selina's POVThe morning air of Snowfall Valley bites at my skin, but I don't have time to notice the chill. I hurry to my car parked beside the bakery, trying not to slip on the icy sidewalk. Snow is falling heavily, blanketing the town in white. It should look magical, like something out of a holiday postcard. But for me, it doesn’t feel that way. Not this year.Snowfall Valley was a postcard-perfect town tucked into a valley that seemed to hold its breath every winter. The streets are lined with charming shops, their windows glowing warmly with twinkling lights and festive displays. But as I stand beside my car, one hand resting on the door, a wave of isolation settles over me, like the cold is seeping into my bones, reminding me how alone I really am.The holiday magic should feel like home, like it used to. But now, it’s just a reminder of the life I’ve lost, the joy I can’t seem to find again. Every snowflake that falls feels like another piece of my world drifting further away.

Sebastian's POVThe cold hits me as soon as I step out of the cabin. The kind of cold that makes you take a deep breath and just feel alive. Snowfall Valley still feels like it’s holding its breath, frozen in a moment of calm before everything wakes up. The crunch of snow under my boots is the only sound I hear as I make my way to the car.I’m running late. The meeting for the Winter Wonderland project is in a few hours, and I haven’t even had coffee yet. Not just any coffee, but strong coffee. The kind that punches you awake and clears the fog in your brain.Driving through the town, I keep my eyes on the road, but my mind is already on the work ahead. Deadlines, design tweaks, schedules to meet. This project is everything, and failure is not an option. But for now, I need that coffee.I turn a corner and stop in my tracks. There it is.Everhart Bakery. I didn’t expect to see it open. Back when I started my career as an architect, I worked on that building. I was just a rookie back t

The winter air bites at my skin as I sit by the window, the chill creeping through the cracked spaces in my old house like ice water. The snow falls in gentle, heavy flakes, blanketing the streets of Snowfall Valley in an endless, quiet white. The town is beautiful this time of year, the kind of beauty that makes you forget the world around you, or at least try to. But today, it feels like the weight of everything is pressing down on me. My exhaustion, the grief that still clings to me, the unfinished business with the Winter Wonderland project, the ache in my chest that refuses to let go.I haven’t had a proper rest in days. The project, the bakery, and everything in between have drained me in ways I didn’t think were possible. My body feels like it’s running on empty, and as I step into the cold, the exhaustion wraps around me like a thick, suffocating blanket. I can barely keep my eyes open, my head pounding with the kind of ache that feels like it’s cutting right through my skull.

Sebastian's POVI step into the bakery, the door chiming softly behind me as I take in the warm, familiar atmosphere. The air smells like freshly baked bread, and the sound of the oven timer beeping adds a comforting rhythm to the space. It’s strange, how much I’ve come to love this place.The warmth is different from what I’m used to, more personal, more inviting. And it’s not just the scent of the place, or the quiet buzz of activity. It’s her. It’s Selina.She’s standing by the counter, looking more alive today that she did when I found her sick in her house. I hadn’t realized how worried I was until I saw her there, pale and shivering, too stubborn to admit just how much she needed help. It was in that moment I knew, really knew, that I couldn’t let her go through anything like that alone. Not now. Not ever.I don’t say it out loud, but I meant it. I meant every single word I whispered to myself as I took care of her. I promised myself I would always be there, no matter what. It f

I can’t believe what happened last night. The memory of Sebastian’s lips on mine lingers like a warm ember, refusing to fade. What was that? And what would have happened if the oven hadn’t interrupted us? The thought strikes me like a bolt of lightning. Equal parts excitement and nervousness.A knock at the door pulls me from my spiraling thoughts. Peeking out the window, I see Sebastian standing there, leaning casually against his car. Why is he here? I quickly grab my coat and head to the door, trying to calm the flutter in my chest.“Good morning,” he greets, holding up two cups of coffee. “Thought you might need a little boost to start the day.”“You didn’t have to,” I reply, but I can’t stop the smile that plays at the corners of my lips.“Well, I wanted to. Besides,” he says, handing me a cup, “it’s always better to start the day with coffee.”His casual tone doesn’t hide the gleam of mischief in his eyes, and it’s enough to make my heart pound again. I climb into his car, gripp