“I have a theory,” Jack murmured into her hair.
Emma rested her head on Jack’s chest, counting his heartbeats like a secret language only she understood.
“Good,” he said. “Because I already fixed the leaky faucet. You’re kind of stuck now.” Indian Lovely Couple Have Homemade Sex25-07 Min
Emma paused her kneading. “That’s either very romantic or very lazy.”
Jack was quiet for a moment. Then he began. “I have a theory,” Jack murmured into her hair
“Let me guess. You think the dough needs more love.”
Emma looked at Jack—flour-dusted, sleep-rumpled, still wearing that same smudged shirt—and felt her heart expand in that quiet, homemade way it always did. “Because I already fixed the leaky faucet
The sourdough didn’t turn out perfectly the next morning. It was dense and a little too salty. But they sliced it anyway, slathered it with butter that melted into the crevices, and ate it standing up in the yellow kitchen.