"Hey, I didn't think you'd be up this early."
"The smell of the coffee woke me up."
If coffee was a person, it would be my best friend. I'm definitely addicted in a bad way.
"You want some? You look pretty tired."
He steps over to the counter and grabs the coffee pot, pouring some into a mug before I have a chance to answer.
"I don't have any of that caramel milk stuff you like, though."
"That's okay; I'll drink it with regular milk."
"And about twenty sugars?"
He flashes me a teasing grin as he adds milk and sugar just the way I like it and then hands it to me.
"Thanks. Are you working today?"
He steps closer to me and grabs my hand, his eyes twinkling with that sparkling diamond glint he sometimes gets, and pulls his hair tie off my wrist.
My heart does an odd clench.
"You're
