Love is a Four-Legged Word
Love is a Four-Legged Word
“Morning sun filtered on unfamiliar pale gray walls. The slide of a leather sofa beneath her. Her shirt twisted around her. The rich smell of coffee. She sat up. Ah, Tom’s living room. And Tom in the kitchen brewing coffee.
Blinking, still a little dopey with sleep, she watched him head toward her bearing a large mug.
“Thought you might like to start the day with coffee.” He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and his hair was slicked back from his face as if he had just showered.
She stifled a yawn.... “Great. Thanks.” She took the cup from him. “It’s not some healthy type of coffee, is it?” she asked, unable to hide the suspicion from her voice.
“The full caffeine hit,” he assured her.
She took a few sips. It was not as strong as she liked her coffee, but she appreciated his gesture and didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“I had to guess,” he said. “I actually prefer it stronger but—”
She laughed. “I can live with it stronger. Next time make mine the same as yours.”MoreLess
Blinking, still a little dopey with sleep, she watched him head toward her bearing a large mug.
“Thought you might like to start the day with coffee.” He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and his hair was slicked back from his face as if he had just showered.
She stifled a yawn.... “Great. Thanks.” She took the cup from him. “It’s not some healthy type of coffee, is it?” she asked, unable to hide the suspicion from her voice.
“The full caffeine hit,” he assured her.
She took a few sips. It was not as strong as she liked her coffee, but she appreciated his gesture and didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“I had to guess,” he said. “I actually prefer it stronger but—”
She laughed. “I can live with it stronger. Next time make mine the same as yours.”MoreLess
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