It was almost eight thirty by the time they left La Grotto. Outside the evening sky was a deep shade of navy tinged with darker shadows where the street lights didn’t quite manage to hold back the night. Mack slipped her hand into Heather’s as they retraced their steps to the car. The wine still coursed through her, making her feel wobbly and more than a little breathless, and she pressed her body against Heather’s at every opportunity. Her cheeks felt too warm, her head felt too light, and for some reason, she couldn’t seem to stop giggling. When they reached the intersection and stopped to wait for the signal to cross, Heather wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her close. Mack almost melted into the embrace.
With Heather’s arm around her, Mack let herself be led down the street
