Sixty-nine position

DEIRDRE POV

"What, no way!" I yelled, taking the fourth bite out of the spicy grilled chicken with me.

Taking a sip of the serenity sunset chardonnay wine directly from the bottle to wash it down, my eyes closed momentarily, savoring the rich, smooth, and creamy flavors of ripe pear, vanilla, and a touch of toasted oak.

It spread warmth throughout my body, relaxing my tensed-up muscles as well as giving me the ability to think properly.

Well, I was not much of a drinker, but this wine had to be one of the best I had ever tasted.

I set the bottle down to see Leslie watching me, "And you don't drink?"

I shook my head, "I don't."

"You're taking it better than I imagine. But then again, it's not as though it's sour."

"So, continuing with what I was saying, I literally fled the scene, refusing to see him afterward. He's kept in touch, but I was too embarrassed to see him on one."

She winced.

I tried to imagine being in her shoes. Just a few days after getting to the island, catching an isl