Sabrina lifts the mug to her nose and sniffs. My cock goes half-hard.
When she closes her eyes, sniffs again, and then sips, I have to adjust myself.
There’s something about watching her taste a drink I made that has me utterly enthralled.
I can brew a pot of tea.
I can clean.
I can cook.
But I don’t do it often because it’s just me and Zen and they insist on earning their keep, and also, they prefer takeout.
Watching Sabrina drink something I made—no, wait—shit.
She’s notdrinking.
She’s nearly choking into the mug.
“Mmm,” she says without making eye contact. “Delicious.”
It isnot. “Delicious?” I repeat back.
“So…unique. And daring. Very bold.”
“It’s bad.”
“No, no, it’s— Okay, yes. It’s bad. It is objectively bad. Did you make it with dirty dishwater?”
“No.”
She sniffs it again, her nose wrinkling. “Did you ferment the coffee beans in a field of decaying lemons?”
That shouldn’t be funny, but I can’t suppress a snort of laughter. “Closer.”
“No offense, but I thinkSuper Coffee Murdererwould be a more appropriate nickname for you.The Bean Meanie.The Latte Villain. Is that—did you brew this with pine needles?” She coughs an exaggerated hacking noise and pounds a fist to her chest, making her breasts bounce, which in turn makes my dick strain toward her. “I think there’s pine tar stuck in my throat.”
“It’s a pour-over with heated kombucha and then steamed with the cappuccino thing,” I tell her. And yes, I’m very proud of learning the wordpour-over.
“That…is not something I would’ve thought to try.”
“Don’t know if it works if you don’t try it.”
“This was incredibly imaginative of you, but it does not work.” Her brows furrow. “Why do you smile bigger the more I insult you?”
“You’re not insulting me.” I push a second cup in front of her. “Failure is half the process when it comes to learning and experimentation. Here. Try this one too.”
“Did you make it with kombucha?”
“No. For this one, I put my dirty socks on top of the beans.”
She snorts, a smile teasing her lips, that sparkle back in her eyes as she lifts the second cup. “I smell cinnamon.”
“Your nose gets a gold star.”
“I don’t smell coffee.”
“It’s magic hidden coffee.”
