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Butter, Sugar, Flour and A pinch of cinnamon
“It looks delicious baby”
I turned around to see Harry behind me,
“what are you making today”
I smiled and pointed at the recipe on the counter,
“Cinnamon bread? you spoil me too much”
I smiled again and he planted a kiss on my bare shoulder.
“How much longer do you have on these?”
I glanced at the clock, doing the math in my head. I put out 10 fingers
“Alright, supposed I can wait”
I cocked my head at him, raising an eyebrow
“no, no, I’ll just wait till your done, Finish your bread”
I shook my head at him fondly pouring the batter into the tin
“Hey”
I looked at him
“You’re pretty”
I rolled my eyes, sprinkling the crumb topping over the butter. As soon as I put the tin in the over, I felt his arms wrapping around me. I laughed leaning into him
“you can take a break before cleaning up, can you?” he whispered into my ear.
I deliberated a moment before nodding my head and instantly he was kissing my neck.
I laughed at him wrapping my arms around his waist, he twirled me around the kitchen, dipping me into an impromptu dance. When at last he stopped spinning he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“I love you”he muttered against my skin
I tapped his heart with two fingers. He held my hand to his chest looking into my eyes, and the smile he gave me make me feel like I was falling in love all over again.
After a moment, he set to helping me clean the kitchen. But only succeed in smearing batter across the counter. Shaking my head, I took the cloth from his hand and did it the right way.
He planted a kiss in my hair, murmuring a thank you.
When the bread was done, I pulled it from the oven and cut us a thick slice. We sat at the table in silence enjoying the food and one another.
“Hey”
I looked up to him
“I love you”
And a part of me wished I could say it back, but I knew he knew that actions speak louder than words.
(this is a work by aknier, a short story I found online)