After dinner, Brian opened a bottle of wine. He’d had a bottle in the refrigerator, which was kind of lucky because he didn’t drink much, only on special occasions, or if he really needed it. He poured two generous glasses, and they migrated over to the couch.
Angel was fun to talk to, friendly and flirty at the same time. He managed to get Brian’s pulse racing and also put him at ease, which was sort of an odd combination. And Angel had been right, Brian did feel more comfortable at home. He even managed to flirt back a little bit. Well, he tried. Brian was well aware he was a dork.
Angel was sitting side-on so he could watch Brian. He had very pretty hazel brown eyes that came alive when he smiled. Brian smiled back at him, though he got nervous and looked down at his hands after barel
