Cream
Coffee in hand, we stop by the condiments station. I take a sip of my black coffee as I watch Edward pour cream into his. It sinks, leaving only a tiny white dot in the dark liquid. A single flick of the stirrer sends it into motion, producing a rich shade of caramel.
Edward licks the thin rod of plastic, reminding me at once why I had been avoiding looking at his face.
Dear god, he's beautiful.
I remain silent, as I have been other than to order my drink.
He nods toward the patio. "Do you mind?"
I follow.
A/N: Today is dear, sweet naelany's birthday! Please wish her a happy birthday if you get the chance – and check out her stories if you haven't! Love you, bb!
And sorry…the conversation isn't quite yet. I may actually post another drabble tonight because I'm a little anxious, too. We shall see…
Thank you so much to those of you who have been reviewing – even the less exciting chapters :) – you rock!
