#NationalCoffeeDay
“Your eyes are like pecans, Julia. Brandy brown, and like the nuts, you’re hard on the outside, but buttery on the inside. It’s a chore getting to that good stuff, but that’s part of the fun, workin’ your way past the shell to the rich meat. And when you crack a pecan and the nut comes out whole, have you ever noticed how it’s like two lips, plump and tasty and just waitin’ for the right someone’s mouth to enjoy all the pleasure trapped within?”
A faint smile at that one. “Better, but not quite Byron.”
“How ’bout this then?” He moved in even closer, and released her hand, running his finger along her eyebrow down to the outer corner of her eye, where he feathered it over the soft skin at her temple, a touch as light as a moth’s wing passing in the night. The hand behind her back pulled her in until she was standing between his legs, and could feel how seriously he was taking this wordplay.
“Your eyes are the smoky bronze of coffee, rich and deep. It settles in your belly and warms you from the inside out. Hot, and able to get a man up in the mornin’, and keep him up all day. Without coffee, the day is dull, flat, lifeless. But with that first taste of the stimulatin’ brew, you know you can face anythin’. It makes your heart beat a little faster, and the colors all seem sharper, the air brighter.”
Her mouth was dry as she swallowed. “Much better.”
It goes without saying that today is #NationalCoffeeDay because in my world, every day is #CoffeeDay. Like Rand Washburn, I appreciate the stimulatin' brew and count on it to brighten my morning and help me focus on things like how I kept Rand and Julia from finding out each other's secrets as long as possible without killing each other.
In the meantime, I'll get another cup and then return to my current work in progress, which already has smugglers, pirates and a little Florida history in play. More on this as it develops, thanks to plenty of coffee, and an overactive imagination.
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