At the lounge he offered her a glass of wine, the deep red liquid shimmering in the dim light. "Here, drink some more."
Annabelle's cheeks flushed a soft pink, a shy smile playing on her lips as she accepted the glass. "Stop it," she murmured, her tone a mix of embarrassment and delight. She could feel the intensity of his gaze, the way his eyes seemed to trace every inch of her. "You better drink less tonight," she teased, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a delicate sip, leaving a faint smudge of lipstick on the rim.
