Shut The Hell Up And Eat A Cinnamon Roll Guy Novels & Stories

“You look like you’ve had a night. I thought you were going out with your team.” She handed me a cinnamon roll the size of my head. I sat down, breathed in the smell of home, and let her fuss over me like she always did. The cinnamon roll was sticky with icing and I ate gratefully. My stomach growling with hunger. Restraining myself tended to use a lot of calories. “Renee doing alright?” she asked as she poured tea. “She’s… amazing,” I said. " I think she may have unlocked a bit of her magic tonight."

"In my day, if you were skinny, it was because you couldn't afford to buy food." "Yes, ma'am." I don't have to be told twice to eat a giant cinnamon roll. Tearing off a piece with my fingers, I pop it into my mouth, and my eyes roll back in my head. It's still warm from the oven, homemade all the way, not that crap from the refrigerated section of the store. When I open my eyes, Rose looks at me expectantly, with one flour-covered hand on her hip and the other holding the rolling pin, paused mid-air. "Well?" "Well, what, Rose?" I ask, smiling. "Don't sass me."

“You’re becoming shameless.” “I’m the King. I can be shameless in my own kitchen.” “This is my kitchen today.” Cassian smiled. “Then I’ll behave.” Aurora laughed softly. Cassian walked closer and looked at the dough. “What are you making?” “Cinnamon rolls.” “Are they for me?” “No.” Cassian's expression fell dramatically. Aurora couldn't help laughing. “They're for the bakery.” “So I don't get one?” “You can have one when they're finished.”

The table was filled with colours and luxurious pastry; Caramel apple cinnamon rolls, stuffed toasts, cranberry orange pancakes. He licked his lower lip, wondering what to start with. He took an empty plate and took a cinnamon roll. "You can have some tea or orange juice," Ruvyn said. Jimmy nodded with a smile and took the juice jar to fill his cup but the unlucky he was, he had to drop it on the table, making a loud sound and the juice poured on the plates. "Oh, no…" his eyes grew wider as the king violently threw his book on the floor and stood up.

I asked, looking up. "A cinnamon roll," Maverick grinned. "I remember you mentioned you liked the ones from this place. Eat it while it's fresh. I gotta go to practice, but I'll text you later, okay?" "Okay," I whispered. "Thank you, Mave." Hearing me use his nickname in public made his smirk widen. He flashed me a quick wink, turned around, and jogged out of the café to catch up with his team. I opened the paper bag, the warm, sweet scent of cinnamon filling the air. I took a bite and found myself smiling stupidly from the sweetness of the pastry.

Caleb covered his chest—his very nice, muscular chest, that was covered in his police uniform at the moment. “You don’t have a heart. Now, are you going to order, or are you just going to harass me?” He seemed to consider the question, but he finally said, “I’d like a cinnamon roll. Please.” “You want that heated up?” She moved to the case to get the cinnamon roll in question. “I would. Melted frosting is one of my favorite things.” He said the words in a low tone that sent shivers down Megan’s spine. I could lick frosting off of him, she thought.

scratch that the most ugly man i have ever seen stepped out of the car Jeez his looks could kill , from his manly flawless face to his beautiful lips and oh my God his physique, his muscles were literally trying to rip - off his shirt... gosh i think he's a greek God Who the fu***ing hell are you " his sexy voice brought me outta my trance"

“Bullshit.” “Nope.” He keeps sorting, like he's looking for a pot of gold at the end of a crappy rainbow. “You’re mated to an old man.” “How about the pizza?” I offer, pointing at the enormous box. “I’ve heard it’s the Breakfast of Champions.” “Breakfast of champions, my ass,” Ronan grumbles and pulls out the frozen food. “I should be shot for feeding you shit like this.” “Don’t worry. You can make it up to me later,” I whisper, tilting my head to skim my lips over his neck, squeezing the arms locked around his midsection.

"I'll take care of some work first. When you're done eating, I'll join you for a walk." Callista continued eating while opening her phone. Wren had just posted a new update. "He spoils me so much. I casually mentioned wanting honey garlic prawns, and he immediately went out to get them for me." Attached to the post was a photo of a bag of the honey garlic prawns—the same ones Callista was eating out of. Meanwhile, Luther let out a soft laugh across the table. Seconds later, a new comment appeared under Wren's post. Luther replied, "It's good that you're self-aware."

I nodded in smiles, he brought one of the chicken thighs close to my mouth and I took a handful bite “Hmmm, hmmm” I hummed savoring the taste “It was good, right?” He asked and I gave him the hand sign which means “Perfect” “Moon this was do good” “I know right? I told you that you will like it” “Moon, what about me?” Rolland pointed at himself, “Come on Dad, you're a man and men should feed themselves” I bursted out laughing so hard seeing the shocking look on Rolland face as he heard Moon saying that men should feed themselves