He hefted the bottle and carefully poured his steaming coffee into the cup, and she almost wept in envy. Then he nudged the cup directly in front of her. Oh, she wanted it. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t. “It’s yours. You should have it.” With sorrow in her soul, she slid it back in front of him. “If I fall asleep, please elbow me. And if I die of boredom, please scatter my ashes directly in front of the presenter, so he accidentally breathes me into his sinuses and gets an infection.” He grinned and moved the cup beneath her nose. She tried not to moan in need. “I had plenty of coffee after
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