Page 24 of Breaking Hollywood

I raise a brow. “Sweet is hardly a word I’d use to describe you. But I only brought two sugars, as normal people have one or two.”

“I’m not normal.”

“Clearly.”

“Two will have to suffice.”

He puts his hand out for them, and I drop the sugar packets and creamer in his palm.

I sip my coffee, watching him pour all that crap into his coffee, ruining a perfectly good drink.

“How can you drink it with all that crap in it?” I ask as he takes a sip.

“How can you drink it without it?”

“Have you ever tried it black?”

“Yeah. It was one of the worst moments of my life. What about you? Ever tried it with creamer and sugar?”

“Nope.”

“Wanna try mine?”

I consider saying no, but then the prospect of getting to put my lips where his have just been is too good of an opportunity to turn down.

He might be annoying, but he’s still hot as hell.

My future sex daydreams about him will just now have to involve putting a gag over his mouth.

“Sure. Why not?” Putting my own coffee down, I take his from him. I put the cup to my lips and take a sip. “Ugh! That’s disgusting.” I hand it back to him. “It doesn’t even taste like coffee. Just hot milk and sugar.”

I quickly take a drink of my own coffee to get rid of the taste, and Gabe chuckles.

“Did you move the car? Thinking you probably shouldn’t have bothered, as I’ll be done here soon.”

“Oh, yeah. About that…”

“You didn’t smash up my car, did you?”

I give him a look. “No, of course I didn’t.”

“Run over some other innocent person?”

“No! Shut up, will you? You got a parking ticket.”

“You mean, you got me a parking ticket.”

“Well, no. I only parked there, so you would be closer to the hospital and wouldn’t have to walk too far.”

“And I’m only in the hospital because of you.”

“Fine.” I throw my hand up in the air. “I’ll pay the damn parking fine.”

“No, you won’t.”

“Yes, I will.”

“No.”