After taking a sip of his coffee, Jackson asked, "How did you know I like this particular coffee?"

My attention from what he'd called me was diverted by his question, and I replied with a light shrug. "I just randomly picked one."

That was a lie.

I remembered from before the accident that he always liked to drink dark-roast coffee to perk him up when he needed to focus on something important. Jackson looked at me thoughtfully, his eyebrows furrowing, and asked, "Have you been studying what I like?"

I quickly shook my head. "No. No, I haven't."

"Where's the vanilla creamer?"

took out a couple single serving packages of Coffee Mate and

an eyebrow

seems you know what I like to add to

then did I realize he was testing me, and

gently grabbed my hand

tear open the lids of the little containers with just one hand. He could only signal to me with his eyes to help him. I took them from him, tore off the film, and slowly poured them into

***

eyes lowered. She glowed with a different kind of beauty under these

mesmerized, and his voice

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