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coffee
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He's propped up against the bed, blankets covering his lap, sunlight streaming in from the windows of his bedroom behind him.
He can hear her puttering in the kitchen and he yells to her that if it's going to be much longer he can just get some on the way to which she responds with a hold your horses, mister. And as soon as the words hit his hears, he feels a since of deja vu. He's not sure he's ever had it happen before but it's happening now.
She walks into the bedroom wearing his shirt from the night before, holding two mugs of coffee and he can smell the vanilla as it hits his nostrils and he's smacked in the face with his realization.
He's dreamed this. Now, though, it's not a dream, it's his reality.
She's smiling as she reaches the bed, handing him his mug and sitting on the edge right next to his knees. He raises the mug to his lips and takes a sip, nearly groaning in the familiar taste. It always tastes better when she makes it.
Setting the mug down on the nightstand, he just takes a minute, running his eyes all over her figure, absorbing the moment.
"What?" she questions, tilting her head curiously.
"Well," he says, taking a breath then releasing. "Um, I was just sitting here and realized that—"
"That what?" she asks.
"That I dreamed this," he tells her as his hand gravitates to her hair, tucking a piece behind her ear.
"Of course you would dream about me bringing you coffee," she says with a roll of her eyes.
"It wasn't just that," He says with a smile. "You brought me coffee, dressed like this, and then we kissed. It was that next morning after we held hands in my office," he finishes hands still twirling in her hair.
"Oh," she smiles with a soft expression in her eyes, then after a beat, teasingly says, "So, what you're saying is... I'm a dream come true?"
Just when he's about to send a quip back at her, he changes his mind, wraps his hand around her neck and pulls her to his lips and just before they close the distance he whispers out, "Yes."
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