"Did I ever say I love you?" Azalea blurted, cuddling her canned coffee. Unaware of the words she had blurted out and the consequences of those words to the one standing beside her.
"I love you," Azalea remarked, placing a kiss on her coffee and then opening it to take the much-needed sip.
Adam sighed at her cluelessness. If only he had that coffee, she might have said the same to him. Adam gave a sharp glare at the canned coffee she was drinking before sitting down beside her.
"Thank you," Azalea spoke, taking a peek at his side profile. Unlike other days, his front hair covers his forehead, making him look casual yet chic. Can this guy ever look ugly?
"For what?" Adam glanced at her still drinking her drink, those pink lips he tasted minutes ago touching the can of coffee. The swollen lips that touched the cold drink were making him want to touch it again. How will coffee taste from those lips, prolly like an elixir?
"For the coffee."
