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Marl said, watching her inhale the cinnamon roll with barely disguised amusement, "for someone who's supposed to be scary and mysterious, you're really just a foodie in disguise." "Shut up and give me another one," she said through a mouthful of cinnamon and sugar. Marl laughed and handed her the whole basket. Yeah. She'd definitely made a friend.

"If you don't mind making me one." "Of course not." "You want cinnamon rolls too?" "Sugar? Uh, yeah? How could I say no?" Robin snorts. "Glad to see something hasn't changed." Five minutes later, Robin is warming up cinnamon rolls that someone named Addison baked for us. His broad back is facing me. I'm taking the time to check out his rear end, so nervous I have to make a conscious effort not to choke on my hot chocolate.

He walked outside and knew the wolves were still there when he didn’t come right back in. I pulled the cream cheese frosting that I made last night out of the refrigerator just in time for the oven timer to go off. I opened the oven, and the cinnamon rolls were perfect. I pulled them out of the oven and iced them. I smiled to myself, knowing Aidinth is going to love these. As soon as I had all the omelets ready, I told the guys to come in and eat. They all went to the sink to wash their hands and took a long look at the cinnamon rolls. Ramiel was giving Kemuel a hard time because he couldn’t keep his eye off the cinnamon rolls. Kemuel laughed, “I haven’t had homemade cinnamon rolls in so lon

He had to shoo away a few kids who were peering into his car in awe before he managed to crawl into his vehicle. Just as he was just about to start the engine, a motorcycle zoomed by and he thought he saw a redhead riding on it. He smiled, shaking his head, “I must be daydreaming.” Then a growl came from his stomach, he hadn’t eaten anything the whole day. Luckily the chairman, whatever his name was, had given him some food. Fabian randomly fished for a bun from within the paper bag and stuffed it into his mouth, only to freeze. He had eaten a cinnamon roll and an extremely tasty one at that. But what struck him what how familiar the roll tasted to him – like he had eaten it before. He grabb

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I gloated, "They should be. Grandma taught me how to make them." I was laughing at the moaning, when I heard another knock at our door. Damien said, "You guys are so screwed. You just got busted." It was my mom, Amanda, and Leah. My mom starts, "I thought you were looking for... Those smell just like mine." I hand each of them a plate with a roll on it and they take a bite. My mom smiles, "These are just like mine." I nodded, "Grandma taught me how to make them." My mom nods, "I should make some soon. By the sounds your father is making, I'd say it's time." I laughed and dad said, "I would give you whatever you want if you made these again." I cringed, "Don't start it, guys. Go to your own

I said, taking a big drink of it. She took the lid off the container she brought and pushed it toward me with a wink. The delicious scent of the cinnamon and sugar wafted upwards. I picked up one of the cinnamon rolls and took a bite out of it. I closed my eyes because they were the perfect combination of fluffy and sweet. “Holy shit, Emma. These are rolls of absolute perfection.”

I asked in confusion “No my dear, but you were looking like a dead corpse while walking out of the hospital so I figured out I might as well bring you back to life with food” “Are you trying to kill me with food” “Hmmm” He gave me an annoying smile blinkinking cutely, I tasted the fried shrimp, and damn I closed my eyes savoring the flavor in ecstasy, this was cooked, marinated and seasoned so well, then an idea suddenly popped into my head, I looked at Deon and whispered “You know now I remembered that Rolland did something with food that made Moon like him so much” “What's that?” Deon asked immediately and I smiled

Without needing further persuasion, the three of us headed towards it. “Ah, the joys of campus life. Food trucks,” Jessica sighed with feigned melodrama, making us laugh. An enthusiastic young man with a streak of blue in his hair greeted us. “End of exams, right? Celebrate with some fresh coffee and donuts!” “Three coffees, please,” Lori ordered, her fingers already dancing with anticipation. “And let’s see... Nina, you're a cinnamon girl, right?” I nodded, grateful she remembered my penchant for cinnamon donuts.

They’re my favorite pastel pink ones that are knitted with a cable knit pattern. I can smell that he has been making breakfast and my heart is swooning after the man I thought didn’t have a decent bone in his body. I cannot believe that we have confessed our true feelings and not only that, but he is definitely a cinnamon roll kind of guy. Who ever would have thought it?