Chapter Twenty-Five | Alexander

I can’t stop myself from admiring Avalon as she wears powdered sugar on her cheek. It looks like the baking sheet wasn’t the only thing that got covered in the white substance. I reach out my thumb and wipe away the excess sugar, earning a cheesy grin from Avalon.

The clock on the wall reads 10:30 and we are currently knee deep into a baking fest using her mom’s cookbook. First, we made chocolate truffles, and now we are awaiting the cookies from the oven. The plan for tonight is a movie marathon full of yummy foods.

“You know, I’ve never baked with a romantic partner before…” Avalon points out.

“I must be special, then.”

I lean over, planting a soft kiss on the woman’s plump lips. She smiles, those dimples making my heart swarm. I could stay in this moment forever.

“You most certainly are,” Avalon whispers, our faces only centimeters apart. Finally, she turns away, glancing toward the oven timer.