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Maybe thatwas why she loved when he fell into bed after a morning shift because then, hisskin was no longer spotless. Espresso splattered against his tan skin, coveringhim with temporary freckles that washed away as soon as he stepped in theshower. It was these mornings when Louis would collapse in the bed after a longshift, with his head buried in a pillow and arms outstretched, that Logan wouldroll over and play connect the dots with the coffee freckles on his skin.

           She couldalways tell how good or bad a day was by how many she saw. If there wasn’tmany, it had been a slow day. But when his arms were as covered with frecklesas her own, she knew it had been nonstop for him that morning. She likedplaying connect the dots those days best, because there were so many of themand it seemed to sooth Louis after such a chaotic morning.

           Thismorning, by the looks of it, was one of the busier ones. Winter was coming, andwith it a swarm of customers that needed their coffee. It took her no time tostart connecting them together, taking pleasure in how soft Louis’ skin wasagainst her finger tips.

           It took himlonger than usual to turn to look at her. Dark circles rested under his eyes,hair falling in his face, and lips chapped. Logan felt him watching her, butshe refused to look at him. Instead she focused on the design she was drawingon his skin.

           An ideastruck her, and soon she abandoned her boyfriend’s coffee freckle designs, andstarted tracing her own on his skin. She repeated it once, twice, three timesuntil he started guessing.

           “L?”

           She hummed,and went on to the next letter.

           “O. U? Doit again.”

           She lookedat him, and watched as he closed his eyes and concentrated. “Not U, V.”

           She hummedagain, happy with his guess, and moved to the next. This time it only took himone guess to figure out.

           “That’sdefinitely an E.”

           Logan waspretty certain that he knew the rest of the message, but he humored her andguessed the other three letters.

           With achuckle, he pulled Logan close. “You only love me for my coffee freckles.”

           “True. Ifyou ever stop being a barista, this relationship will have to end.”