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It brought a small smile to my face. I daringly took another step out from the shadows to see what exactly they were working on. The counter was covered in several baking sheets along with a large metal mixing bowl. My eyes fell on the already-filled baking sheet and was surprised to find that they were baking Italian knot cookies. My heart skipped a few beats. I hadn’t seen that particular cookie in years. It brought me right back to when Aldo—Vasco and I had just started dating. It was around the holidays and Aldo was teaching me how to make the famous traditional confection.

It was a crazy combination that would probably make them have stomach aches but they were willing to risk it. “I know you're thinking about your cookies. Put the dough in the fridge and come let's go. You don't even have to change.” Hailey looked at what she was wearing - a crop top and hight waist jeans - and shook her head. She wasn't crazy to go out like that. But she didn't say anything until she had properly sealed the cookie though in a clim film - a transparent leather like material thst stuck to each other when joined - and put it in refrigerator.

I said while I walked out the bakery. They stared back in confusion and Hunter was laughing. The moment we reached home, I opened the box of cookies and began devouring them. Jelly jam cookie, there was peanut butter, pumpkin chocolate, Oatmeal, Raisin cookie, chocolate chip and a few more but I forgot the names for it. Hunter brought his mouth close to mine and I stepped back. He opened his mouth wide. I took a bite of my third Chocolate chip cookie and stared at him. "Why is your mouth open?"

Perla had set up coffee and home-baked goods on her old outdoor furniture under a majestic umbrella of a Hazel tree. Light green heart-shaped leaves and dangling cylindrical flower clusters hang like party serpentines around them. "So, Nueva, you must wonder what this fuss going on is all about?" Perla asked and placed a plate with homemade Lavender Shortbread cookies on the weathered table surface. Nueva couldn't resist the beautiful aroma of dried lavender and helped herself to a cookie straight away. The shortbread was buttery and lightly sweet, with a floral flavour, the edges were rolled in sugar, and Nueva licked the gritty substance of her lips and nodded yes to Perla.

I said. I could hear the soft crisp laughter from across the phone. "No problem. I'll still tell you anything." An hour later, I had made more lemon crinkle cookies than I expected. Rose, Jasmine and Violet had just gone through a series of nosebleeds almost simultaneously, so I made the cookies to make them feel better. They ate their fill, but there were still two jars left over. Gloria refused to eat more, suggesting I take the rest of the cookies to the packhouse. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to share.

"You have no idea how much I yearn for this day to come. Her neck, the curves of her breasts, her slender legs. I lust for them all." "We would've succeeded if he hadn't appeared!" He shifted his attention to the speaking man. "He?" "Kyle Lee." "Ah... The rising star." *** Clover twitched her brows as faint voices floated to her ears. A warm flood of orange light fell onto her lids. Not bothered by them, she brushed away the itch on her face and stuck her leg out of the cotton blanket to continue her sleep. All of a sudden... "WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOUR BRAIN?!"

"I think if anyone's going to get hurt, it'll be me. But I'd never hurt Abby, intentional or otherwise. No matter what happens between us, I'll always be good to her." Taren nodded, satisfied. "Well, then. How about a cookie?" He lifted a sugar cookie off the plate and held it up. "I hear that Mrs. Claus makes them special for Christmas Cove." Kiki laughed as she took a chocolate chip cookie. "I'd bet she does." She took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Um- this is good! I mean, really good." Taren took a bite and the sugar cookie practically melted in his mouth. "Delicious," he said between bites and then took a sip of his hot cocoa to wash it down. "I could make a meal just out of these."

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but before he could finish his words, Mark blocked his view, as he stretched his hand with a tissue and wiped something below the rim of Clover's lips. It startled Clover as well, and a crease appeared on her forehead. Mark withdrew his hand, stepping back a little, as he answered. "It was some kind of stain there, I thought it was peneaut butter, completely caught me off guard." "Except for this coffee, I ate nothing," Clover replied, touching the same place with the tip of her finger, at the same time, she tried to shrug the feelings off that made her uncomfortable. Clover wondered if it was because Mark's action was abrupt.

Clover said, frowning. I waved her off. "What's the problem?" I asked as we went up and sat in her bedroom. "The problem is this unknown person is now sending me cakes and managed to get in my house … again." Clover grabbed a pair of Adidas shorts and a PINK shirt. She quickly changed and laid out on her bed next to me. "You got a cake?" I asked, surprised. I felt my heart pounding in my ears, the note burning a hole in my purse. I wasn’t hiding it; I just needed to find the right time to bring it up. I would never do something like that to her.