If I dreamed you up I wouldn’t have done this well. The moment I saw her—reaching for your hair I knew it was gold. But it was your eyes—if looks could kill she’d have evaporated on the spot. Who knew being mean made someone so hot. The blue grey flame of your eyes disarmed me. Your pale skin, so different from mine but just as warm, gives you an unrelenting sharpness that makes me weak in the kne...

Grace was a hot coffee person—didn’t matter the time of year or hour in the day she *needed* hot coffee. Her favorite spot was Grey Star Cafe. Instead of the usual uncomfortable wooden tables Grey’s embraced luxury and privacy with tiny reading nooks you could rent by the hour. She paid for her coffee and 3 hours of nook time.

Cup of coffee acquired she moved to the back of the cafe towards her f...