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The Uncertain Beau at Breakfast
He was sitting motionless at the table when she came inside, his hair falling forward around his face. There were two demitasses of foamy cappuccino on the table in front of him. She tucked his hair gently behind his ear and caressed his cheek, despite his forbidding expression.
She sat down beside him and took a deep sip of the brew.
"I didn't bring you to Paris to seduce you," he said roughly.
She blinked wide cornflower-blue eyes at him. "Pardon?"
"I just want you to know, you aren't obligated to accept my—advances."
Her answer was a lingering kiss.
Cornflower, #33