"Since when?" Ivy asked, still trying to decide if he was serious, her eyes tracking the shift in him from the man who'd just kissed her to something looser, almost playful."Since tonight."He didn't explain further than that, and he didn't need to. He crossed to the cabinet by the window instead, the one she'd never seen him open in all the weeks she'd lived here, and came back with two glasses and a bottle he chose without hesitating over the label, like he'd already thought about which one before she'd even answered his door."What do you actually drink?" he asked. "Not what you order to look normal at a table full of my father's people.""Wine, usually. Not much of it.""How much is not much?""Enough to be polite. Never enough to actually feel it.""Tonight isn't about being polite."He poured her exactly that amount, not the strongest thing in the cabinet, and handed it over before pouring his own, a darker glass he drank fast, like a habit rather than a pleasure. She noticed t
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