I looked over the rim of my coffee cup as I slowly let the warm liquid trickle down my throat. This is the best coffee I've ever had and it was prepared by the man in front of me. I watched as he worked around the kitchen, cleaning up his mess from making me breakfast. He made me an omelet and boy was he a good cook. I let my fingers curl around the warmth of the mug as I gazed at him behind the security of it. What did I get myself in to? Is this the right thing to do? I didn't want to be the rebound of a divorced man. Did Sam really like me or would he ditch me when he got bored? I shook my head to clear the impossible thought, Sam would never do that to me. I guess I'm trying to sike myself out of whatever is molding between me and Sam. Would a relationship do me good?
I sighed and dow
