The Fruit of My Affection

Previously

…When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Elara rested her forehead against his. The scent of strawberries still clung to them, a sweet reminder of their shared success. “So,” she said, a playful smile in her voice, “what’s next? Peach cobbler? Apple crumble? Or maybe… a whole new adventure?” Liam’s smile was slow, radiant. “Whatever it is,” he said, his voice full of promise, “we’ll do it together. And it will be sweet.” The echo of his words settled around them, a comforting, joyful promise. The strawberry tart had been more than just a recipe; it was a delicious testament to their shared journey, a sweet foretaste of the abundant harvest of their affection.