Ah, wine. Wine was my friend. Wine understood me. Wine knew that it was entirely possible to be one hundred percent happy for your sisters and also ten percent jealous, because Wine does not care abou...
Nick. What? Say yes. Those huge dark eyes willed me to give in. That voice, low and sweet. I want to, I hedged. But— I’ll cook for you. I groaned. Nick’s cooking made my clothes fall off. You bastard....