It was cold last night and raining and the sky was a mellow mix of yellow and magenta and his car windows kept fogging up. All of the baristas inside know our names and know our orders and they greet us with smiles. They're in on the joke and give us nicknames and extra shots of caramel in our lattes. I eat the whipped cream with my finger and kiss his nose and they watch us. We eat it up and snack on salty skin for dessert. Lick lips, repeat.
We leave and turn the heat on until our blood is boiling up.
I slept for four hours after our coffee date, after our sex. My neck was sore when I finally woke and it was still raining.
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