Two glasses in, and I felt rather light. It was only mildly alcoholic, and I loved how it burned down my throat, leaving me almost fiery and free. I watched as Nikolai closed the bottle, put it back into the ice bucket, and then took his half filled glass with him as he got out of bed.
My eyes followed him as he walked slowly towards the glass, his free hand pushing into the pocket of the sweatpants he was wearing, his back illuminated by the evening lights that shone in the room.
I moved the playes and remaining food away from the bed before I moved towards Nikolai, my hand carrying my glass of wine too, my eyes fixed on the night ambience.
It was a pretty star filled night, and it brought back terrific memories of our first kiss in that car.
"It's yet another pretty star filled nigh
