"Do you want any coffee?"
We arrived back at the cabin in about half an hour. Sure enough, the place is still dark, and I can hear muffled snores coming from upstairs. I guess Eric really does like to sleep in. Joey took a quick shower while I turned on the lights and continued my bird watching.
Now, we're both in the kitchen. He's in a grey tee and some dark jeans, walking around barefoot. His hair is still wet, with droplets falling randomly from his jet-black hair onto the back of his shirt. The sizzle and scent of frying eggs and bacon fill the air as he asks me this question.
"No, thanks. I'll stick to water."
"Oh, you're one of those people." His back is facing me, but I can hear his smile.
I smile as well. "Yep. Never took to coffee. I like the smell, and the ice cream, but I j
