Brenna
The microwave beeped, and I took Adan’s plate out and set it on the table for him. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
“Yes, please.” Adan sat at the table, and I poured him a glass and set it beside him.
I sat kitty-corner from him. “I hope you don’t mind, but I already ate.”
He gave me a small smile as he nodded toward my plate, sitting on the coffee table. “From the look of it, you didn’t eat much.”
I sighed as I got my plate, heated it up, and sat across from him. “I couldn’t eat with everything going on.”
He nodded, sincerity coloring his voice. “I’m sorry to have put you through that.”
I smiled, shaking my head. “It wasn’t your fault. I could hardly expect you to be celibate for the last two hundred years.” I shrugged. “That’s several lifetimes.”
He gave my hand a gentle
