Not only was he inviting me to my own room, but he was making the cookies I'd been slaving over all night? It made me concerned even if I hardly know him. Like the way he used his thick muscles not to harm but to stir the mixture together with a fixed look on his stern face. He placed one in my hand before collecting his own. Which, I'm guessing you're coming over for something else?
Wattpad on Cosmo: Getting to Know the Sexy Next-Door Neighbor
I stood frozen in amazement at the situation.
The Hot Neighbor Next Door
I should have been troubled that there was a stranger in my kitchen at midnight making cookies, but for some reason, I wasn't. How the hell does a baker run out of flour?! I noticed he finally found a shirt too.