"Are you crying? I'm sorry. I'll buy you another coffee if you like. Hell, I'll buy you a hundred if it means you'll stop crying." He pleaded,pausing again to grasp my small hands in his. I felt my entire body warm up, a thousand times hotter than my burn, at the touch of his contact. Tingles ran up my spine and I blushed,praying he wouldn't notice my obvious response at his touch.