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Stretching out on the sofa, Steve rubbed his temples and instantly got reminded of Madison. That was one habit she was used to. Definitely, not because she loved to. But she had to for she seemed to have fallen into the wicked arms of migraine.
He covered his mouth with the back of his palm as a yawn tore through his lips. Slightly furrowing his brows while narrowing his squinted eyes, he thought he smelt something like a slightly sweet, yeasty aroma of baking bread.
Standing up and walking into the kitchen which was, the source of the hypnotic scent, he saw Madison diligently kneading the dough with her hands, sprinkling some flour, and then going back to kneading.
He didn't know when but he found himself smiling. His lips had without his cause, curled up into the warm, sexy smile
