
She woke up that morning, and slowly rolled over discovering he had already been out of bed. As she wiped the sleep away from her eyes, she noticed the smell of coffee. Her eyes opening wider, she slowly wondered out of the bedroom, heading towards the kitchen, where she found him by the stove. She saw the two cups of coffee side by side, his hand picking one up and handing it her before she could even say a word.
“Mmm, thanks”, she said as she took the cup from him, taking a small sip, letting the fragrant aroma waft over her. Feeling the caffeine begin to course through her veins, she smiled at him sweetly.
“So, what’s for breakfast”, she asked, innocently.
He looked at her, took a step forward, taking her coffee gently from her hand and putting it back down on the counter. He leaned in and kissed her lips softly, sensually, his hand wandering down the small of her back.
“You.”