Her hands cupped your face, her lips brushing yours with a softness that contrasted with the intensity of her gaze. Her breathing mingled with yours, and for a moment, the world shrank to her alone.

"You taste like cinnamon," Natasha murmured, her forehead resting on yours, her green eyes lit with an emotion she didn't always let on.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of her touch on your skin.

"It's because of the cinnamon rolls you bought," you whispered, indicating the table with a slight nod.

She looked at the sweets and shrugged with an amused smile.

"You love them."

You shook your head gently, and Natasha frowned, confused.

"What's wrong?"

You took a deep breath, feeling your heart pounding. Maybe it was time, or maybe you just couldn't hold it in anymore.

"I adore you."

Natasha froze. Her lips parted, her eyes fixed on yours, and for the first time in a long time, she looked surprised. Her cheeks tinted a light shade of crimson, and a tremulous smile appeared on her face.

"Say it again," she whispered.

You smiled, sliding your fingers down her cheek.

"I adore you," you repeated firmly. "Every part of you, everything I know and everything I don't yet know."

Natasha didn't respond with words. She just kissed you, slow and deep, as if she wanted to show you how much that meant to her. Her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, as if she feared you might vanish into thin air.

When she pulled away just a few inches, she rested her forehead against yours, closing her eyes with a peaceful smile.

"But... you love cinnamon rolls too, don't you?" She whispered, a soft laugh in her voice.

You laughed, tapping her nose.

"Yes, but don't get me wrong," you murmured. "I adore you more."

Natasha let out a low laugh before kissing you again, as if your love was the only thing that mattered in the world.