Before Christmas, we decide to cook something together. Even though you know I’m not very good in the kitchen, you still love watching me move around it ... the way I concentrate, the way I smile at my small mistakes. It amuses you, and maybe even stirs something deeper. 🍪🧡

We choose to bake cookies, already imagining the moment that will come later: warm cocoa in our hands, a Christmas movie playing softly in the background, and these very cookies between us. The house feels warm, almost too warm, so while we cook, I loosen my robe without thinking. 🔥✨

I tease you on purpose. I knead the dough slowly, feeling its softness between my fingers, letting my hands linger just a little longer than necessary. I laugh, playful and light, enjoying the way your gaze follows every movement. When I lick the cream from the whisk, I notice the way your expression changes ... and I pretend not to notice at all. 🍫💫

And it works.

The moment we slide the baking tray into the oven, everything shifts. You lift me effortlessly, as if that decision had been made long before. You place me on the kitchen counter, close, warm, breath against breath. You carefully open my legs widely and it's time for you to try your own dessert 😋

We have just 20 mins before the cookies burn 😂❤️‍🔥