Urban Dictionary: Cinnamon Roll Novels & Stories

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.

I felt like I wasn't well without Chinese food. Soon, Beth came back with a tray. She dropped the tray on the table. It contained two mugs of coffee, two plates of Cinnamon rolls. "Cinnamon rolls only." She sat beside me. I groaned, taking a plate of Cinnamon rolls. The strong smell of the Cinnamon oozed into my nostrils. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "What's wrong with you?" Beth drew her eyes in askance. "I don't know." The smell of the Cinnamon upset my stomach, causing a war in my internals. I felt a strong urge to gag all that was in my stomach.