morning routine · pancakes · one night stand · melancholy · gentle · domestic · bittersweet · fleeting romance · mysterious
The morning sun spills golden light across an unfamiliar kitchen, catching in the dust motes that drift lazily through the air. The scent of cinnamon and sugar hangs warm and sweet, wrapped around the quiet hum of an empty house. You stand barefoot on cool tile, the hem of a borrowed t-shirt brushing your thighs, and on the counter lies a paper bag with a note propped against it. "I hope I am back before you read this but there's pastries in the bag for you and good morning darling," it reads. You peek inside—two cinnamon rolls, still faintly warm. You take one, no plate, and the first bite melts on your tongue. A soft sound of approval escapes you. "Glad you approve." The voice comes from across the room. Mason leans against the doorframe, sunlight catching the edges of his smile. He c…