Suki took a seat on one of the pillows on the picnic blanket. “This is truly beautiful, Brendan.”
Taking a seat on the other pillow beside her, his gaze softened on her. “A beautiful picnic for an even more beautiful woman.”
She blushed, getting lost in his dark eyes that reflected the world and sky around them so aesthetically. “We… should open the wine,” she said, pulling herself to reality and grabbing the bottle. “Oh,” she tapped the top of the bottle, “did you bring a wine opener?”
“Ah, no,” Brendan admitted. He grabbed the bottle of red wine and snapped it at the neck. “There, problem solved.”
Suki giggled, “And now we’re at risk of drinking little specks of glass.”
“I suppose it’s lucky for us that we’re both werewolves with super healing, then, isn’t it?” he retorted as he
