My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 307

Chapter 307

Bonus 7: Frame Job

Nina

I got to work as soon as we reached home.

Mixing bowls, a whisk, a dusting of flour and sugary sweetness in the air that I could taste on my tongue-the kitchen was my sanctuary, and I relished in the task at hand. Making the cake wasn’t merely a chore; it was a testament to our love, a sweet delight to mark our engagement.

It was a meditative practice, too; a way to unwind after everything. As I worked lovingly on the chocolatey batter, I found myself thinking that I would be spending a lot of time baking in this kitchen over the years.

In my peripheral vision, I noticed Enzo fiddling with something in the hallway. Curiosity nudged at me, so I wiped my hands on my apron and tiptoed to the corner.

“Whatcha doing?” I started to ask, but the words died in my throat as I saw him carefully aligning his mother’s picture in a new frame. He didn’t hear me approaching, and so his mannerisms remained natural, fluid, oblivious to my presence.

I watched, transfixed, as he gingerly hung the picture on the wall and took extra care to assure that it was hung straight. There was a sense of finality in his movements, and it finally occurred to me why he had looked so forlorn when he retreated from the hardware store.

This new frame was a final resting place for one of the few remaining relics of his mother, the woman who I had never met. I suddenly felt guilty for whining so much about my mother, who was alive and well, when he had lost both his mother and his father.

for interruption, and so I quietly retreated to the kitchen, a soft smile playing on my lips as I left Enzo to his somber yet loving

waiting for my response before plunging his finger into the cake batter just as I was about to place

I laughed, slapping his hand away. “That’s for the

of his fiancée’s labor?” he quipped, grinning broadly as he licked the chocolate batter off of

echoed in the kitchen, filling

Enzo watching me, a soft look in his eyes. He moved closer, lifting me onto the counter with an

against his. It occurred to me then that maybe he did notice my presence earlier, but he was too enthralled in

was only broken when he blinked rapidly and shot me a warm

a hint of surprise in

up against each other. “Today was one of those days, you know? A bit

lips with his in a soft, languid kiss. His lips tasted like chocolate, sweet and sticky. His fingers traced a path down my sides as his kisses began meandering down from my lips

murmured in between kisses, his voice thick and

stifled a soft moan.

paused his kissing, and shot me a mischievous look. “So we’ve

the frosting and we still had to get ready for the party. But before I could answer, Enzo plunged his face back into my neck and began kissing and

hands winding into his hair. We stayed there, lost in our little world while the aroma of the baking cake filled the air. We didn’t need words; our actions spoke volumes, each touch a testament to our love. Our bodies intertwined into one as we gingerly peeled enough layers of our

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