TWELVE - SEBASTIAN

While Nikita was in the shower in the morning, I made lattes. When she came out of the bedroom, she was wearing my robe and her wet hair was twisted on top of her head and clipped in place. When I saw her, my heart pounded.

She walked over to take the bowl-shaped mug I offered her and told me, "That smells great."

As I gave it to her, I kissed her on the forehead and looked down as she laughed out loud.

"You marked it with a dollar sign!"

"You should know," I sniffed, "that latte art is a very well-respected form of art." And all of the best gurus swear by making your dreams come true."

She smiled, but that nervous look was back in the back of her eyes. "We also plan to make a lot of money today.

“Exactly.” As I went back to the machine to start my own latte, I said arrogantly over my shoulder, "I plan to fuck you, too, but that's harder to show in foam."

She snorted, but then I felt her arm wrap around me, and she pressed herself against my back. "I'm always amazed by all of y