My Mysterious Mate
As he set the wine on the table, I offered a small smile, which he returned.
"A real home now," he murmured under his breath. His words were quiet, but I picked it loud and clear. My heart skipped a beat as I bit my cheek, preventing myself from asking any further questions that would sour this mood. I focused on serving the meal, but my gaze kept drifting to the wine bottle.
Ryan poured us both a glass, keeping the bottle close to his side. The wine's label remained hidden, the mystery of the wine adding to the unease in the room. What was so special about this wine that he held onto it so tightly?