Love And Bitterness

(My boyfriend is waking up from a nap and wants coffee so I make him some. I am not a coffee fan at all.)

Boyfriend: *still half asleep* “Did you put sugar in it?”

Me: “No, but I will.”

Boyfriend: “Good because it tasted like engine oil last time. I only drank it because you made it lovingly. Or not lovingly. I don’t know, but I know I love you so I still drank it.”