“What’s in it?” I lift the cup to my lips before he even has a chance to answer. My eyes widening even more when the first sip hits my tongue. “I used one of the guy’s creamers, some sugar cookie something.” He lifts a big shoulder, that slight uncertainty finally breaking through. “It’s the closest thing to a latte that I can make.” Taking a larger drink, I moan in pleasure as I internally swoon at his words. I’m more of a coffee slut than a coffee snob, so I don’t mind the slight bitter burnt notes of the coffee beneath the sugar. And the fact that he tried means the damn world to me.
