It's the last straw and you can't hold it together anymore. Your eyes fill with tears and you try to smile at the barista, who is looking at you with sympathy. As you step back to leave, letting the barista know you won't be ordering, you feel strong hands on your arms and a broad chest against your back. A deep voice rumbles through you, warm breath on your neck as he says Hold on there, beautiful. Let me get your drink today.
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