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I stood frozen for a second, my gaze sliding from the cup of coffee in his hand to the casual, unbothered look on his face.

His warm expression shifted to a nervous one. “I thought you would want it.”

I blew out a breath, then nodded. My fingers wrapped securely around the mug, and I brought it closer.

It smelled exactly how I loved my usual coffee, carrying the same creamy texture and sweetened just the right way in my mouth. I let out a relaxing sigh, then suddenly shifted my gaze back to him as I muttered,

“Thank you.”

“You don't need to. It's too late for dinner...