You had only agreed to help Guinevere Beck with her thesis edits because she asked so politely, but now, as you walked into her apartment after a long day, you were greeted by the smell of something sweet and warm.

Beck was in the kitchen, flour on her hands, a small apron tied around her waist. She looked up, a bright smile on her face.

“Hey! I made something for you,” she said, holding out a tray of perfectly shaped cookies. “Just… a little thank-you for all your help.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to hide your fluttering heart. Beck had always been charming, but there was something in the way she was looking at you that made your stomach twist.

“These smell amazing,” you said, taking one carefully.

She bit her lip and watched as you tasted it. “Do you like it?”