Page 199 of Breaking the Rules
The flush reddening his cheeks.
The ink trailing over his shoulder.
"Where's my coffee?" I try to keep my voice light. Teasing.
Last night was too much.
It means the world to me, him sharing his past.
There's no question.
I'm going to be his friend.
I hate that I only get his friendship.
But it's a hell of a lot better than losing whatever it is that's between us.
"Here." He offers me his mug.
I shake my head. "You make it too sweet."
He chuckles. "Do I?"
"Yeah. Way too sweet."
"The one teaspoon of honey?"
"Disgusting."
"Snob."
"It's your fault, you know."
He moves into the kitchen. Sets his mug on the counter and starts fixing another cup of pour over.
"I can no longer stand the taste of the K-cups."
"They're shit."
"See. You caused this snobbery,"I say.
"Yeah, you never bought five-dollar Americanos before I started crashing here."
"Never."
His eyes flit to me. His lips curl into a smile.
It makes my knees weak.
He's so pretty.
And handsome.
How can one man be both?
Those blue eyes are beautiful.
That chiseled jaw is positively Disney prince.
