Nathan opened his mouth, then closed it. He blinked at her, “huh?”
“Yeah.” She took the wine bottle from him and poured it into her glass, then turned her eyes at him. “Aren’t you going to drink?”
“I am.” Nathan masked his expression and gulped down the wine, wincing slightly. “Ouuuh, that was a rush.”
“Yeah.” She laughed cheekily. “The flavor gets to your tongue and the wine hits pretty hard. I like it.”
“Me too.”
I like you, she wanted to say, but Rosie bit down her tongue, wondering where that thought had come from. She poured wine into his glass and then set the bottle wobbling on the floor.
“You’re going to tell me something if I tell you mine, okay?” She asked. “It’s only fair.”
Nathan chuckled and took a small sip. “That’s fair, I guess. I had some pretty rough times growing
