Katie Holmes is a caffeine addict. Between college, and taking care of her brother, it's acceptable. Though, it doesn't help that the cafe down the street is full of handsome baristas, including one William Cerak in particular who has a mysterious scar on his wrist. Synopses will be the death of my publishing career.

No matter if you like it black, with sugar or cream...in the end the heat is all that matters.

when we were alone, either in his apartment or mine, he would just whisper my name for the sheer pleasure of saying it. "monty?" "yes?" "we'll survive this, won't we?" "together, we can do anything," i lied. "we made the right choice, didn't we? choosing each other?" "of course we did," i lied again. in hindsight, we would've been better off keeping our ink-stained hands to ourselves. ✥Before We Were Lost✥ Kay Elle © All Rights Reserved