My taste of love

Previously

…As the afternoon sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, Penny realized something profound. The bitterness she’d associated with her dating life, the acrid taste of disappointment and self-doubt, was fading. In its place, a sweet, comforting warmth was blooming, like the jam spreading over the burnt cake, transforming something flawed into something delicious. She looked at Leo, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun, and a hopeful certainty settled in her heart. This, she thought, this was the taste of love. And it was sweeter than honeycomb.