post-Coffee quickie

His lips smelled of cinnamon, and she could taste the coffee on his breath. Her legs were trembling, but not with desire - with pain, or was pain desire? The music throbbed loudly, because someone had decided the jay-Z was romantic, that is, romantic for other people besides Beyonce, and now there were a million thoughts running around in her head and she was hungry. "Damn youre good", he said, when they pulled apart. She wondered if hooking was really no more than good acting. 'you hungry?", he asked, flipping on the tv and off the music. "I´ll make us some omelettes", she said, hobbling to the kitchen. She could hear the false tv laughter in the background, mixing in with the sounds of the frying pan. A tear fell on the omelette - God, I hope that doesnt make it too salty, she thought, but really, she was relieved to know she could still cry. She served him sunny-side ups, with a desert of kisses.