"Is it red?" Aurora raised her right hand to touch her cheek, which was undeniably warm.
She quickly turned away, embarrassed.
"It's probably the wine..."
"Weren't you on your way to the wine cellar? Your face was red even before you had a sip," Steven Rousvett continued.
Steven was good at reading people, but he was naive. He hadn't noticed that Aurora had let her thoughts wander to something more daring earlier.
"Ugh, shut up!" Aurora rolled her eyes playfully and walked away.
Steven looked hurt. He didn't realize how much he had offended Aurora, so he followed her immediately like a loyal puppy.
Aurora and Steven made their way down to the wine cellar, which housed nearly a thousand bottles of red wine meticulously selected by Asher Stormwolf for Aurora. He knew s
