Elara paused, her rolling pin stilling. The air in the kitchen seemed to thicken, charged with the scent of ripe pears and the unspoken attraction that had been simmering between them for months. In her twenties, she might have panicked, wondering if she was too heavy, too old, too much for a man like him.
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"You make it look like a dance," he said quietly. Elara paused, her rolling pin stilling
Elara chuckled, a warm, throaty sound. "Flattery and a nose for cinnamon. You’re dangerous, Julian. Come in." You’re dangerous, Julian
But she wasn't in her twenties. She looked up at him, seeing the genuine admiration in his eyes. He wasn't looking for a girl; he was looking at a woman.
