Nipping Stories

The following morning when I woke up, I looked at Cynthia. She was still sound asleep but had the most peaceful smile on her face. I had a strange feeling that last night may have been the night Cynthia had been hoping for. I opened the bedroom door as quietly as possible and snuck into the kitchen. I hit the brew button on the coffee maker and stood there looking at it. Like I thought it would talk to me. I had never tho...