Cold Coffee
Hey Guys! Just another quick one-shot. I'm gonna be posting about five or six more of these so follow if you like! :) Please leave a review it helps my heart. 3
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I walk into the living room. 6am. Too early. I graze my hand along the chair as I enter the kitchen. I pour the remains of last nights coffee into my cup. Dan must've been editing late. I bring the cup to my lips, the cold black liquid slipping down. I feel my arms gain goosebumps and a shiver down my spine. I lick my lip and walk over to the couch. I sit on the cold leather and sip my coffee. The blinds are up and the light is cold, blue like. l listen to every sound in our flat. Then I hear the distinct creak of Dan's bed. I hear his soft groan and the shuffle of his feet. I wait as he comes down the stairs and into the living room. He stops. I turn my head to see a disheveled Dan. He has dark circles as big as saucers and a faint drool line by his lip. He closes his eyes for a long second. Then they flick open. He raises his hand and waves at me. I wave back and smile. He shuffles over and lands on the couch beside me. He takes the cup out of my hands and sips it. He closes his eyes and hands the cup back. He brings up his feet and curls them to his stomach. He leans his head on my arm and breaths out deeply. I feel his body relax into the couch and into me. I feel the same goosebumps as before creep over me. But not just my arms, my whole entire body. I smile. It feels warmer in the room. I set the coffee down and wrap my arms around him. And relax. 6 am really is too early.