“Holy shit,” I breathe, astonished. “What is this?” “Chateau d’Yquem,” comes the amused reply. “It’s a French white. Do you like it?” I laugh. “Like it? I want to have its babies! This stuff is incredible!” Just to make sure, I drink more, then nod. “Yep, it’s the best thing I’ve ever put into my mouth.” When I realize how that sounded, heat rises in my cheeks. The heat grows hotter when Callum murmurs, “I’m sure we can find something better for you to put in your mouth, Emery.”
