I watched as Jake's eyes lingered on my lips before he smiled and approached the counter. "Morning," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. "What do you recommend?" I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I met his gaze. "Well, the croissants are fresh out of the oven," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "And the cinnamon rolls are always a hit." Jake leaned in slightly, his scent filling my senses. "I'll take one of each," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. ""
As I handed him his pastries, our fingers brushed briefly, and I felt a spark of electricity at the touch. "Here you go," I said, smiling. "Enjoy your breakfast." Jake winked at me, a playful grin spreading across his face. "I think I will," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.
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