I looked at her possessively before grabbing her by the nape of her neck and pulling her closer to me, our lips a breath away.
"You are mine. Only mine. Understand?" I gritted out and she nodded slowly.
"Good. Because I'll fucking kill any man who l...
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I sat on the stool facing the counter as I typed away furiously at my phone, texting with Ava, my sister, giving her all the latest news, when Nicholas' text popped up on my screen and I opened it without hesitation.
"Where are you now?" I smiled at his text and messaged back.
"Rosie's Cafe, why?"
"Stay there."
I put my phone down and picked up the book in front of me, a big fat grin on my face that I couldn't seem to wipe off.
A typical romance— boy meets girl, they fall in love, face some hardships but come back stronger, kiss and make-up, the end.
I sighed loudly when the guy in the novel did a whole out-of-the-world love confession for the girl.
Where's my out-of-the-world confession?
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice someone behind me until they ran a hand through my hair and an intoxicating cologne enveloped me, making me shudder involuntarily.
"Cold?" He whispered in my ear but I shook my head as his arms wrapped around my waist and I smiled, relaxing into the embrace and letting my head rest on to his chest.
He chuckled as the barista placed his black coffee in front of us and eyed us, smiling at me. He was a young blonde guy with brown eyes, quite friendly and had recently started working here.
I smiled back at him when I felt the arms around me tighten and the barista paled before scurrying off.
Great, he's ruining my friendship with the poor barista now too.
"I heard that." He said and my eyes widened.
"Did I say that out loud?" I asked and he hummed in response.
"Great." He chuckled and reached for his coffee but I beat him to it and quickly took a sip of it. I never had black coffee before, but it was exhilarating, but als but also very bitter and I shuddered.
"Do you like it?" He asked me.
"Maybe." I said while putting down the cup, my lipstick leaving a stain on the cup where my lips had been. He picked the cup up and traced the stain with his fingers and I gulped as his eyes snapped to mine.
"What does it taste like?" He asked me and I smiled.
"You." I was met with silence, and then a deep chuckle.
"Me? How so?" He raised a perfect brow at me and I fought myself not to faint rght then and there.
