We went into the tango room so I could show him ying&yang and he could smell them! 👇

The Perfect Blend Yesterday, I was sharing a cup with a birthday boy who has a total obsession with balance—specifically Ying and Yang. We were laughing so hard that Ying decided she’d had enough of the floor. She slipped right under the table and made herself comfortable in his lap. I watched his eyes go wide as he looked at me, frozen. I just took a slow sip of my latte and gave him a wink—a silent green light to get to know her better while the steam rose between us. "People are going to see," he whispered, his voice a little tight. "Do you mind?" I challenged. That was all the permission he needed. He shed his hesitation and reached down, his fingers finding the edge of the soft white cotton guarding Ying. As he slid the fabric away, he realized just how warm and damp she’d become in the heat of the moment. He didn't hesitate; he brought the lace-scented cotton to his face, closing his eyes and taking a slow, deep breath of her essence. Eventually, I leaned in, my voice a low hum. "Coffee's over. We need to get moving." He looked at me, breathless and completely off-balance. Would you like me to write the next scene to reveal exactly where you two ended up?