He set aside the water, and I sipped at my coffee. Once I had a little in my system, I handed the mug to him. He glanced between me and the mug. Then he took it and lifted it to his lips. I knew the second the brew hit his taste buds because his eyes came back to mine. “This is how I drink it,” he said out of the side of his mouth. I hid a smile. “I was too lazy to make two.” I liked sharing my coffee with him. I liked eating off his plate. I liked anything that moved me just one centimeter closer to him. “You two are like a damn Nicholas Sparks movie,” Braeden announced, and T choked on the
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