Part I – Cinnamon & Chaos I didn’t expect to fall in love that summer. I didn’t expect him. He was barely older than a boy — wild, hungry, radiant with the kind of energy I thought I’d buried. I just wanted quiet. I just wanted control. But then he walked into my café. The first time I saw him, he stood at the counter like he owned the place. Tall, golden, messy hair, and the kind of slouch that screamed chaos. I was behi...