Alaina's POV
"I will be back later today. Make dinner."
Those were Michael's words that morning as he left for an important meeting. I couldn't bring myself to believe that he had said them and I had heard.
I didn't understand what was happening; I just knew I didn't want this to stop. I loved the gestures, the romance, the way things were between us. I couldn't just pinpoint why it was happening, but I loved it.
I decided to do something different this morning. The crispness of the air made me crave something warm, something comforting. That's when it hit me—muffins. I could make them soft and fluffy on the inside.
I slipped out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. The scent of flour and sugar filled the air as I gathered my ingredients. Flour, eggs, sugar, butter, and chocolates—everything was ready.
