borginsâ:
that little gasp? adorable. elliott couldnât help but smirk, but quickly caught himself and drew his bottom lip between his teeth to stop a grin from spreading over his lips. wait, was that â was that almost a joke? and a sober one too.  âiâm sure you would have been the first person invited to the class. i mean, your muffins are probably the best i ever had.â he wasnât just blowing smoke either. he thought about her muffins a lot. dreamed about them even.  âoh yeah?â he asked, pushing off the counter to walk towards her.  âtwo more questions then. one, are you going to be my professor?â this would be the second time elliott got a private lesson from a hot teacher, and he wasnât mad about it.  âtwo: do i have to wear one of those cute little aprons too?â it wouldnât be cute on him, but it was cute as hell on her.
Melina smiled at the compliment, reaching up to tie her hair back with the scrunchie on her wrist. âIâm sure thatâs not true, but thank you.â Actually, Melina was very confident that her muffins could be some of the best heâd ever had, still, she had a habit of brushing off compliments - even though they meant a lot to her. âWell, I donât see anyone else around here who has the patience,â Melina bit her lip, looking down for a brief moment. This teasing was new to her, but she was trying to match him measure for measure. She only hoped she wasnât making a complete fool of herself. âUnfortunately, I only have the one cute little apron. But maybe next time Iâll remember one for you as well. Or - you could wear this one,â she said, reaching back to untie it.








