Lahat ng Kabanata ng Frosted with Love: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

This place. His cabin. Feels like both the start of something new and the echo of a hundred cherished memories. It’s not like I’ve been here a hundred times, but last time I was here, things were simpler. Just me, Sebastian, and a dinner he cooked for me that I’ll admit, I still think about. He’s a surprisingly good cook. For a guy who could have anyone make him dinner, he actually knows his way around a kitchen. Who knew?I try not to overthink it, but every time I step foot in here, I can’t help but feel like I’ve crossed some invisible line. Like this place is where everything between us began to change. Last time we shared a meal together, it wasn’t just about the food. There was this undercurrent. A tension in the air that wasn’t there before.So here I am again, back in his kitchen. The air smells of something savory. Beef stew, maybe? The deliciously comforting smell clings to the warmth of the cabin. I glance over at Sebastian, who’s stirring the pot. He looks so at ease. So i

Selina's POVI blink my eyes open, and for a second, everything feels like a weird, hazy dream. Then, I realize that my head is spinning, my body feels heavy, and there’s something warm beside me.I shift, and that’s when I catch the distinct, familiar scent of Sebastian, as he sleeps peacefully.Oh, no.The memories of last night flood back in a rush—loud, vivid, and all too real. The wine. The heat between us. His lips on mine, his hands, his body pressed against mine. We didn’t just kiss. We… did it.I close my eyes tightly, willing myself to go back to sleep and pretend it never happened. But the burning embarrassment creeping up my neck tells me that’s not happening.Did I… really do that? With Sebastian?My cheeks are on fire just thinking about it. But there’s no denying it. I remember it all. Every touch. Every heated moment.And yet, somehow, I don’t feel regret. Just embarrassment, pure and simple.I shift in the bed, trying to hide my face under the covers, but it’s no use.

The storm has been brewing for days, but now, as I stand in my bakery, its power fully settles over me. Weeks have passed since Victor crossed my path, and I should be thankful for the peace. No surprises, no confrontations. Just the quiet flow of life.But it’s also been weeks since that night with Sebastian, a night when the outside world faded away. I still remember how he held me, his lips pressed against mine, as if he feared he’d never get another chance. Thinking about it makes my stomach flip and my cheeks flush.Right now, the wind howls outside, and the temperature in the bakery feels colder.“Selina,” Celine calls from the counter, flipping through the bakery’s inventory. “How are we looking here?”I pull away from the window, where I’ve been watching the snow turn to ice. “We’re okay. I think,” I reply, though uncertainty lingers in my voice. “But we need to secure everything. If the storm gets worse, we might lose it all.”Celine gives me that look—the one that says she’s

Sebastian's POVIt’s the necklace that does it.That necklace makes all my efforts to hide everything come crashing down before me. I have to admit, I knew I would eventually have to face the unpleasant realities that I had been hiding away, but still, even so, I kept assuring myself that I wouldn’t need to do that. I believed it was possible to ‘act’ this out, that I could wear the disguise and avoid getting too close. But the sight of that necklace… it removes every barrier that exists.I should have returned it earlier. I should have done it when I had the chance. But life doesn’t work that way, does it? Life surprises you when you least expect it and makes you face your problems, whether you're ready or not.I found the necklace under the debris after the bakery collapsed, a glimmer of something beautiful in all the destruction. I didn’t know who it belonged to, but it felt special—too meaningful to leave behind. Maybe it was guilt, or maybe I just needed to hold on something real

I stand in the quiet cemetery, waiting for Sebastian. I hear footsteps crunching on the snow, and then I see him. He’s here.I stand up from my mother’s grave, my legs unsteady. I want to say something, but the words seem to fail me. He stops a few feet away from me.“Selina…” he says. He’s nervous. I can see it now. He’s always been so controlled, so put-together. But now, he looks like he’s about to shatter.I glance at the grave, my mother’s resting place, then back at him. “This is my mom. You can talk to her, you know,” I say. “I’ve been doing it for a year. She always listens.”Sebastian blinks, clearly caught off guard. He swallows, then take a slow step forward. “You… want me to? Talk to her?”I nod. “Yeah. It’s what I do when everything’s too much. I don’t know why, but somehow, it helps.”He hesitates, looking down at my mother’s grave before looking at me. There’s something raw in his eyes, something vulnerable. I’ve never see him like this. I don’t know what he’s going to