I was reprimanding myself in my head when he came and stood beside me, turning on the kettle and pulling out two mugs.
"Coffee?" he offered, leaning on the counter as he turned to look at me.
"Yes please," I replied, trying to avoid eye contact after being such an i***t. Well, that, paired with the fact that he was shirtless and I didn't want to get caught staring at him for the umpteenth time.
He prepared mugs of coffee for us while I spooned the last blobs of batter into the pan and prepared our plates.
"Do you like honey?" I asked in a small voice.
"I love honey. And maple syrup and sugar and pretty much anything sweet... But I try to avoid that stuff," he confessed as he stirred our mugs.
This guy had a sweet tooth?! I wanted to laugh, but I managed to restrain myself. I would ne
