Warmth, encircling me not just from the humidity but from the oven as well, as I pry it open and pull out desserts galore.

Apple pie and sugar cookies, an agreeable combination to enjoy while watching the waves crash ashore. I call out to my partner to finish up whatever he is doing in the other room.

We’ve had enough alone time. It took me an hour and a half to bake this to perfection now, I would like to enjoy these delicacies together while watching the sunset behind the oceanic cerulean waves. I open the windows to let some of the heat out and prepare for our picnic on the porch.

After a fulfilling dinner of steak, shrimp and salmon, the salty smell coming through the window bothers me none. It dances with the smell of fresh baked goods. I set out plates and blankets on the front porch, weaving in and out the house. Lastly, I grab the desserts.

The scent of the confections follows me outdoors.

The necatrous smell made me reluctant to wait for my partner. Just as I pondered on sneaking a taste the front door opened.

“I’m sorry honey, I was trying to clean up.”

Honey, I say slowly to myself and my mouth waters just a bit. He grabs a cookie and offers me a bite.