If you are looking for a bite-sized "extra" to satisfy your craving for this grumpy-sunshine duo, here is an original short story written in the style of the book.
He moved closer, his hand reaching out to catch her jaw. His thumb swiped across her cheekbone, lingering just a second too long to be accidental. “There.” marriage for one extra short story vk
The "fake to real" pipeline provides the perfect amount of tension. If you are looking for a bite-sized "extra"
Jack stepped into the kitchen, his presence filling the room as it always did. He didn’t say anything at first; he just watched her. Since their "arrangement" had shifted into something undeniably real, his gaze had changed. It was no longer the look of a man checking a contract; it was the look of a man who had found his center. “There
“The Miller project doesn’t smell like cinnamon and you,” Jack murmured. He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. It was a quiet gesture, a far cry from the cold, distant man she had married for a business deal.
Rose sat at the kitchen island, a dusting of flour on her cheek and a determined look in her eyes. She was attempting a new pastry recipe for the cafe—something Jack had stoically claimed he “didn’t have a preference” for, despite having eaten three of her experimental croissants the day before.