Frosted with Love
Ritzy T.
“Barely. I think there’s still some flour in places it shouldn’t be.”
He chuckles, his smile wide and genuine. “You were quite the sight, you know. Covered in flour, looking both adorable and ready to murder someone.”
“Adorable?” I repeat, raising an eyebrow. “That’s a first.”
“Oh, absolutely,” he replies, leaning casually against a post. “It was a masterpiece. A flour-dusted goddess in her natural habitat.”
I shake my head, trying to suppress a grin. “You have a strange sense of humor, Frost.”