“You do not have to make me coffee,” he said with a crooked smile “After a long day of work seems to be the most appropriate time to drink it. That is when I enjoy my beverages the most.” Finnian turned over on his side, propping an elbow up and resting his head on his hand. The muscles in his bicep flickered beneath the skin, and his long hair brushed over his chest. “All I can think about throughout my day is you in my bed. If you think I am going to stop and drink coffee before kissing you, you’ve gone mad.”
