“Hey, baby?” Adam called softly as he stepped into her family’s home, kicking off his shoes and letting the warm, familiar smells wash over him. The sweet scent of butter and pastry led him to the kitchen, where she was on her toes, flour dusting her cheeks, hair tucked back messily, focused on rolling out the dough for her homemade passion flakies. Adam paused in the doorway, grinning, feeling that familiar flutter in his chest. “You make the kitchen look way too good right now,” he said, stepping closer and brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, trying not to laugh at how perfectly cute she looked in that moment.