You were watching me?
“Large oat milk latte. Two pumps of honey. Extra hot. And a sprinkle of cinnamon — not on top, stirred in.”
He leaned back, the washing machine humming beneath him. “Honestly? I want to know why someone with sad eyes orders black cold brew like she’s punishing herself.” anna exciting affection chapter 1 unofficial r better
She stiffened. “How did you —”
She had. God help her, she had.
But this version is . Better because R (the character, the catalyst, the chaos agent) pushes her toward the one thing she fears most: feeling something real .
“You’re judging my cinnamon policy,” he said. Not a question. You were watching me
“I’m observing it,” Anna replied. “There’s a difference.”
