I woke with the bed to myself and the smell of coffee.
It was the first time we'd shared a bed. Even though all we'd done was kiss, my heart kept tripping over itself.
Excited. Anxious. Giddy.
He smiled at me when I found him in the kitchen. We both tried to say "Good morning" at the same time, paused, then laughed.
"Coffee?" he asked.
He pointed to nine cups.
"I didn't know how you liked it," he said, tapping the countertop nervously. "So just... taste them all, and let me know which one you like best."
In that moment, I would have happily gulped burnt coffee grounds with him... And here he was trying to make me the perfect cup.
Turns out I like a 40/60 mix of Mocha and Sumatra Add 30 oz coffee grounds to 20 oz water He calls it his "boyfriend blend"
Perfect coffee. Perfect coffee-flavored kiss.