"We can figure it out later," Bobby promised, figuring one espresso machine couldn't be that different from another. "This is fine for now." He poured himself a cup and added cream and sugar, smiling at the kiss. "Sure, I can do that." But he didn't move just yet, just leaned against the counter and sipped his coffee, watching John cook. This...was nice. Cozy and domestic and nice.
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Date: 2014-12-30 11:27 am (UTC)