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April 17, 2006
I fucking knew it. Emily watches the expression on my face as I swallow the abomination since Adara had words with me about backwashing, grab the cup and dump the remainder back into the pitcher.
"Decaf?"she asks, raising her eyebrows as I come short of slamming the cup on the table.
My gaze snaps on her. "You knew?"
She shrugs, a semi-smug little smirk twitching at the corners of her mouth. "I suspected. It's sneakily deviant."She examines my expression. It's pretty fucking far from being amused. "Do you hate decaf that much?"she asks, the vague smirk fading.