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The following scene includes mature themes, (intense physical intimacy )

It is meant for readers 18 years and older.

Please be aware before you continue reading(which i know you are waiting to start).

Note: It's not a Chapter but a mere glimpse;)

Happy Reading 🎀

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A U T H O R' S P O V

It's past midnight, and the house is quiet. The man wakes up, feeling parched, and decides to head to the kitchen for a glass of water. As he enters the dimly lit kitchen, he's surprised to find Her, still awake, focused on baking a cake.

The scent of vanilla and sugar fills the air, mingling with the soft light from the oven.

He pauses in the doorway, watching her for a moment, a small smile tugging at his lips. Her hair is slightly tousled, and there's a smudge of flour on her cheek.

The sight of her, so natural and unguarded, stirs something deep within him. "What are you doing up so late?"

She jumps slightly at the sound of his voice, her hand going to her chest as she turns to face him, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment on her face.

After seeing him standing beside the counter, Him in his gray sweat pants being shirtless.

"You scared me! I didn't think anyone else was awake". She laughs softly, her eyes sparkling in the low light.

He steps closer, unable to tear his eyes away from her. "Couldn't sleep. Came down for some water".

His voice drops slightly as he takes in the sight of her in her oversized t-shirt, her bare legs peeking out from underneath. "But it looks like I found something sweeter."

She blushes at his words, her heart skipping a beat as she catches the intensity in his gaze. "I couldn't sleep either, so I thought I'd bake something. Helps me relax."

She gestures to the batter she's mixing, trying to focus on her task but feeling the heat of his presence as he comes closer.

He's now standing behind her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her. He reaches out, his fingers brushing a bit of flour off her cheek, his touch lingering longer than necessary.

"You've got a little something here." His voice is soft, almost a whisper, as he looks into her eyes.

Her breath hitches at the unexpected contact, her pulse quickening as she feels the heat from his fingers.

She tries to steady herself, her voice shaky as she responds. "Thanks... I must look a mess" She laughs nervously, her cheeks flushing under his intense gaze.

He smiles, shaking his head as he steps even closer, his hand moving to rest on the counter beside her, effectively trapping her between him and the kitchen island.

"You look beautiful... even at midnight, covered in flour." His voice is low, filled with something more than just admiration.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels the space between them disappear, the tension crackling in the air. She bites her lower lip, trying to focus on the batter but failing as his words and nearness make her pulse race.

"You're... you're just saying that." Her voice is breathless, her hands trembling slightly as she continues to stir the batter.

He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear as he speaks, his voice rough with desire.