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The Coffee Spill

The rain was doing its usual end-of-summer sigh – gentle enough not to be dramatic, but persistent enough to make everyone feel like they should be indoors curled up with a good book… or a hot drink. Which is exactly where Elara was, nestled on the sofa piled high with cushions, a fortress of paperback and half-finished tea. She hadn’t even noticed Liam wasn’t there until she heard his footsteps.

Not that she minded entirely. For three years now, her apartment had been basically a well-ordered chaos, perfectly suited for a man who didn’t mind a little bit of everything about it.

Liam appeared, looking every inch the dashingly casual thirty-year-old: dark brown eyes twinkling despite the grey outside, a hint of sleepy charm around the edges as he navigated the literary obstacle course to reach the armchair beside the fireplace. He settled down with a contented groan, picked up the remote, and promptly tilted back, taking a large gulp from his steaming mug of coffee.

And then, disaster struck.

A small splash landed on the rug, quickly followed by another, and another. A few-dropped coffee drops weren't much to worry about... except when one splashed onto Elara's favorite first edition copy of Wuthering Heights.

"Oops," Liam said, voice surprisingly calm, tilting his head to right thewrested mug. It wasn’t an apology, more of an observation. And generally, those were fine. They usually were.

Elara, initially startled out of her comfortable semi-consciousness, blinked at him through her thick-rimmed glasses. "Well, 'naturally,'” she replied dryly, pointing a finger at the smudge spreading across the cover. “It’s practically begging for attention."

He laughed, a warm sound that always felt like sunshine, and gently took the mug away, letting go of the sleeve of her sweater without quite noticing how close it was. There was a brief moment of quiet – the crackle of the fire, the soft hiss of the kettle downstairs – perfect harmony between them.

They spent the next hour like this, lost in their own world. Reading, occasionally laughing at each other, sometimes silently watching the rain. As time went on, they started finding themselves less conscious of being in the room together, simply enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other', cozy inside, oblivious to the world.

Suddenly, a touch. His arm brushed hers as she reached for a biscuit. A smile exchanged during a particularly funny line read aloud. A shared glance as the clock ticked towards midnight.

Then, after a while, you notice them both gazing at each other.

“So,” Elara murmured, breaking the silence, a slight blush coloring her cheeks, “you haven’t spilled any coffee here yet.”

He grinned, ever so subtly, leaning closer. "Just one to go!"

His thumb traced the edge of her glass, a perfect circle of contentment. As if nothing else mattered, just the feeling of being home, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Maybe, thought Elara, as she leaned into his touch, the only thing missing from their happily everafter was a spill or two. After all, isn’t life a little messier when it’s full of love?

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