Bell felt something was wrong the moment they’d entered the posh establishment. They’d been shown to a curved booth in the back, farthest from the entrance.
At first he thought it was perfect because of the dim lighting and close quarters, but then he noticed the prying glances. Regardless of the glowing recommendation the local winery received, Bell had felt Terrapin would be a safe place where he and Ruxs could be themselves as it was also owned by a Witch.
Ruxs was polishing off the last bites of the massive hunk of red meat that’d been placed on the table in front of him, along with four sides of broccoli and two baked potatoes. Bell sat in the curved booth close enough to Ruxs that their thighs were touching, but they still had enough room to move.
“Do you know how sexy it is
