JUST A CUP OF COFFEE
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Last published Sun, Oct 17, 2021
"Why can't you try to be more appreciative''
"it surely won't kill you" not wanting to stand the disrespect anymore.
He walked towards me
Backing me up against the wall. . . .his huge frame, hovering over my petite one.
Intimidating and still managed to look devilishly attractive.
Leaning over.
His face over my neck. . . . hot breathes fanning over my skin causing a shiver to rocket through me___sure enough i knew i was getting weaker with each day being spent with him. Giving in will still not be an option.
His lips grazed the tip of my ear. . . . holding back a moan daring to escape.
"Leaving" he whispered. "has always been an option" he said icely, ruining any form of tension that grew earlier
"I only appreciate deserving things" he said, raising his head to look at me.
"and that thing" he smirked, "it's exactly as it is . . .JUST a cup of coffee" he spat harshly.
Could it be just plain bad luck or is it your normal fate working. . . .her love for coffee has never been more undeniable since her first taste but who'd ever imagine, that love would lead her to unimaginable places, besides. . .its JUST A CUP OF COFFEE.
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