“It’s a little drier than I’d like it to be. I blame the kissing when you arrived,” Leila says when she serves the food. “It’s fesenjān. Pomegranate and walnut stew with chicken.”
“It looks great.”
“I’m sure your bottle of vintage wine will pair well with it.” She grins at me. “Do you still know how to open a bottle of wine? There’s a corkscrew behind you.”
I roll my eyes at her dig. “I’m very skilled at it, I will have you know.”
I manage to uncork the wine smoothly and pour us each a glass. Leila raises hers and tilts it toward me. “To…” She fixes her gaze on me. I feel it everywhere. “Us.”
I clink rims with her while I consider what that means. Us? We shared a night together. Although there’s much more to it than that. So I feel like I need to say something heartfelt as well.
“Do
