The man in question suddenly walked into the room with a wine bottle in hand and two empty glasses in the other. He wavered over the doorway, unsure where he could sit since most of the couch was taken up. Ben was gracious enough to leave his seat, walking past all of us to sit next to his boyfriend.
“Did anyone else want wine?” I asked aloud. My friends shook their head in silent reply, which left Damian confidently striding towards me before he took a close seat next to me. “Thank you.”
He kindly offered me a wine glass, making sure to look deep into my eyes as he brushed his fingers over mine. His gaze was lowered to pull out a corkscrew from his pocket, and then he quietly twisted it inside of the cork to open the bottle. The soft sound of wine gushing into an empty glass filled the
