You son of a—” “I’m kidding,” I cut her off, rolling my lips and snorting out a chuckle. I don’t think I’ve laughed this much with anyone, ever. “You just seem like the type to not like it super sweet and to think adding cream is blasphemy. So black you can see yourself in it, I imagine is your thought process.” Her lips seal, but her eyes narrow. “I’m still pissed off at you for doing that.
