Gemotions

The aroma of cinnamon buns, fresh from the oven, filled the kitchen. Maya hummed as she sliced a generous portion, carefully placing it on a brightly patterned plate. A grin tugged at her lips. She knew what she was about to do.

She bounced on her toes as she made her way to the living room, where Liam was engrossed in something on his phone. Leaning in close, she peered over his shoulder, her voice a sing-song, “Whatcha doing, handsome?”

He jumped, the phone nearly slipping from his grasp. "Nothing," he mumbled, a slight flush creeping up his neck. Maya chuckled, reaching out to playfully poke his cheek. This was going to be fun.