They stumbled drunkenly into the kitchen, Rosie leaning heavily into Nathan, laughing. When they reached the kitchen, she propped herself against the counter while he opened the side fridge and grabbed the sweet red wine from the bottom shelf.
He raised it in the air as he turned, chuckling. “The last bottle!”
Rosie’s laughter died into a frown. “Aw, the last one? I’m going to buy more tomorrow, don’t worry.”
He scoffed and corked it open. “It’s just wine. We can have them whenever we want to.”
“Right.”
He poured wine into their glasses and raised it, raising his eyebrows at her. “Aren’t we going to celebrate?”
Rosie smiled and adjusted, leaning in as she swayed her glass gently. “What are we celebrating, my childhood trauma?”
“No, we’re celebrating your liberation. For talking abou
