Beads of sweat glistening under the florescent glow of my office lights. (swoon, again)
I gaze, longingly. My breath catches in my throat. My lips draw nearer, nearer, nearer...to the edge of the cup...and I drink. I love. I am satisfied.
Coffee is the love of my life.
As a single woman in my late 30's, I'll take what I can get. Please don't judge me!