“I know.” He shook his head sadly. “All I’ve heard my whole life has been how unmanly pink wine is. ‘Real men like whiskey and vodka and tequila,’ they told me. ‘Maybe beer, maybe red wine in a pinch,’ they said. ‘But never pink wine. Never ever.’” He sighed deeply. “It’s been my secret shame. It feels so good to share.”
“Do you have to hide in your closet and drink it under the cover of darkness?”
“How did you know?” he said, feigning shock. “Are you watching me?”
Jo laughed again. “I’ll never tell you about the nanny cam that I’ve hidden in your bedroom.”
“Hmmm, you better not.” He regarded her, grinning widely. “Now you.”
“Now me what?”
“What’s one thing that you find pleasurable?”
“Ohhh. OK. Lemme think.”
“Take your time, sweet thing.” He c****d his head at her, took a slow sip
