Chapter 82

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“Coffee?” Troy asked, entering the kitchen for breakfast.

“Thought I’d try seeing if I could drink it again,” Beck said, pouring a cup of the steaming black liquid out of the French press.

Troy nodded, the smell of the dark roast making his mouth water. He’d missed coffee with his breakfast burrito. He’d given up coffee when Beck had, fearing that even the smell would cause Beck to get sick. Sure, he’d had access to coffee at work, but they served some over-roasted cheap crap and Troy would rather do without if he couldn’t have the good stuff.

Beck added a dash of milk then lifted the mug to his lips. Troy held his breath. The mug lowered, Beck smiled, and Troy resumed breathing.

“Good?” Troy asked.

“Almost as good as sex.”

Troy smirked. “Glad you stuck in that almost.”