Her Coffee

"Drake" she hissed at him angrily.

Drake shrugged his shoulders innocently.

"You can't blame me for me trying" he teased again.

Nyra sighed with irritation.

"My clothes?" She asked through gritted teeth.

Drake acted as if he is thinking.

"Ok, ask me 'please', just like you asked me last night" he teased again.

Nyra remembered exactly why she said please. She begged him to hug her and share his warmth.

Her face flushed at the memory of their naked bodies this morning.

She took a deep breath and regained her composure. 

'You don't have any other option Nyra. You cannot go out like the day you were born. You need clothes, and he is the only one who can help you now. It's better than kissing him' Nyra thought in her mind.

"Please," she asked with a glare.

Drake looked at her with amusement.

"That's not how you asked me, last night baby," he said, deliberately calling her with an endearment.

"God Dra