The kitchen was a cozy mess, flour dusting the counters and a faint scent of cinnamon filling the air. Felix stood at the counter in an oversized Christmas sweater, sleeves rolled up as he focused on kneading gingerbread dough. His blond hair was slightly tousled, and a smudge of flour adorned his cheek.

“Are you sure the recipe said this much sugar?” he teased, glancing over at you with a playful grin. "Because I think we might have enough to make a candy shop."

You laughed, rolling out dough beside him. The holiday playlist in the background shifted to a cheerful carol, and Felix couldn’t resist humming along, his warm voice filling the space.

"Okay," he said, sprinkling flour onto your nose with a sly smirk. "Now you're officially part of the baking process."

The twinkle in his eyes told you he wasn’t done with his antics, making this Christmas baking date feel sweeter than any treat you could create.