Stepping closer, he took the bottle of wine from my hands and took a sip. Glancing down, a devilish smile graced his lips. He lifted his thumb, wiping the corner of my mouth. My entire face grew hot, and I knew my cheeks were turning a shade of red. “You had a little of this there,” he said, handing back the bottle. What had gotten in to him? Fuck. I was completely failing at forgetting. “Enjoy the night,” he whispered close to my ear. “It’s supposed to be a celebration, don’t take it so seriously.”
