We drank in silence, my hand occasionally touching his, his eyes meeting mine frequently, a knowing smile spreading on his lips. I had forgotten how this part of attraction felt. The push and pull. The adrenaline. The secrecy. The butterflies. Everything. It felt like I was a teenager all over again, falling in love all over again for the first time.
"Did you like it?"
Gray suddenly asked, and I looked up, my lips parting. "The wine."
He shook his head. "The meal."
"Oh. I did. Very much."
Gray smiled as he leaned closer. "What is your favourite meal?"
I bit down on my lips. "I really love shepherd's pie."
He smiled and leaned back. "Any specifications?"
I shook my head. "I haven't eaten a bad shepherd's pie."
He slowly stood up. "Drinking made me a little hungry. What do you say
