Damien steps back.
He's breathless. His face is flushed. He runs his fingers through his hair, making a mess of it. He can't look me in the eye.
"Sorry I'm drunk." He mutters.
For some strange reason, that breaks my heart a little. I wish he didn't blame the wine. I wish that he wanted to do it. I wish he could slam those wet full lips on mine. Fùck my hormones. I blame the baby.
"It's fine." I smile. "It's just the wine."
"Exactly." He says with a nervous laugh.
He grabs the bottle of wine and is about to pour some more in his glass when I stop him.
"Enough drinking." I say gently. "Maybe we should finish clearing the table and do the dishes. We have a lot of catching up to do."
"That sounds fun." He smiles.
We finish clearing the table and dump all the dishes in the sink. I turn
