50 parts Complete MatureBecky padded into the kitchen, hair still tangled from sleep, wearing nothing but Freen's oversized black hoodie that stopped just below her thighs.
"Morning," she mumbled, eyes on the steaming mug already waiting.
But instead of handing it to her, Freen leaned against the counter, a slow smirk tugging at her lips.
"Earn it first," she whispered, fingers already sliding beneath the hem of the hoodie.
Becky's breath caught.
"F-Freen-"
"Shhh." A finger grazed her lips. "Just be good and lean back."
The counter was cold against her back. Freen's hand was warm and steady. Becky forgot all about the coffee.
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Description:
Becky Armstrong talks fast, thinks faster, and doesn't let anyone see her cracks. As a final-year law student with a sharp tongue and a sharper wit, she thrives on ambition, late-night caffeine, and proving she's nothing like the brother she's always compared to.
But when she stumbles into a serene café tucked behind ivy walls, she meets the one woman her charm can't quite disarm.
Freen Sarocha is all stillness and subtle control - a Harvard graduate who made her first billion by 26 and then, to everyone's shock, walked away. Now half-retired, she runs a quiet café and wants nothing more than peace... until a storm named Becky starts showing up with half-baked legal theories and a mouth she doesn't know how to shut.
Freen doesn't usually take risks. Becky doesn't usually fall first.
But there's something about silent touches and slow lattes that begins to unravel both of them.
No fights. No drama. Just soft worship, whispered affirmations, and a love so steady it feels like coming home - one stolen moment at a time.
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