“Here we go.”
She looked up to see her boyfriend standing beside the sofa with a tray. Her brow furrowed, confused. “What’s that?”
“Two coffees and a straw,” he replied evenly.
Her brow furrowed further. “I don’t get it.”
“Well coffee is a liquid that you make with-”
“I get what coffee is,” she rolled her eyes at him. He had such a silly sense of humour. “It’s the straw that I don’t get.”
A grin spread over his face. It was such a nice face. She could stare at it forever and never get bored. His face wasn’t the only thing nice about him. His body was pretty nice too. More than pretty nice. Much more. Pretty amazing in fact. Perfect. Breathtakingly perfect. Heart-stoppingly perfect. Sometimes she wondered what she’d done to deserve him.
She blinked and glanced up, realising she’d zoned out. His grin grew wider, and she knew he knew what she’d been thinking about. Her cheeks flushed, and she asked, “So what’s with the straw?”
“Well,” he drew the word out. “I heard that you have an odd little addiction.”
“How did you hear about that?”
“A little birdie told me.”
“My sister,” she groaned, her little sister was such a blabbermouth.
He threw back his head and laughed. “So coffee or straw first?”
There was no competition. “Straw.”
He laughed again and went back to the kitchen, returning a moment later with a mug full of melted chocolate. Her mouth watered at the sight. Every day for as long as she could remembered she had drunk a cup of melted chocolate. It was heaven.
“Want to share?” he held up a second straw.
She’d been wrong. This was heaven. Sharing her favourite drink with her favourite guy.