She looked at him with doubtful eyes, assessing the threat.
" You add one teaspoon of milk" she explained cautiously, waiting for his gaze to make one wrong move.
"One is to one ratio" she continued feeling her cheeks flush as he smiled innocently and took a long deep whiff of the dark nector on the table.
"I always wondered how you could get the flavour out" he responded. Lips kissing the rim as he consumed the addiction
She paused. Struggling with her own inability to retreat, she giggled to herself. The wooden floor trembled as she made her way back to the counter, in sync with her elevated pulse.
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