Chapter 7After checking his kitchen cabinet, Stefan asked, “Is sparkling white wine okay? It’s the only wine I have.”
“That’s fine.”
Stefan grabbed two flute-shaped glasses and a bottle from the cabinet. He tore the foil then twisted the cork until it popped onto the floor. A little of the wine fizzled and spilled onto the kitchen counter. Stefan filled one glass while waiting to continue to fill the other so the beverage wouldn’t foam over. He handed me the flute, and finished pouring for himself and then grabbed the remainder of the bottle. He nodded his head toward the living room as he took a sip.
“That’s kind of you not to turn me away,” I said, taking a seat on the couch.
Stefan chuckled. “That wouldn’t be nice.”
I smiled. I wanted a chance to explore my growing feelings for Ste
