“Do you love her enough to be the one to get up and make the coffee?” He smiled, stealing another soft kiss. “Yeah.” “Maybe make a full pot.” His smile grew. “I don’t think that’s necessary,” he said. I drew back. “What do you mean? Did you magically get extra sleep that I don’t know about?” He shook his head. “No. I just hate coffee.” My mouth fell open. “You… what?” Beckett sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, soothing it with his tongue when he released it. “Don’t drink coffee,” he answered matter-of-factly. I sat up and stared down at him. “You don’t drink coffee?” I repeated. He wedged
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