đ„You appeared at my door as if asking for coffee, but you entered without knowing that I was already waiting for you in my nightgown, my heart racing. When I saw you there, in the dim light of the hallway, everything became more intenseâyour gaze, the sound of your voice. I hope that every sip of that coffee I serve you carries with it a little of that contained desire that lives inside me. And that, when you leave, a little of my scent lingers in the air⊠so that you can return. đ„

