Roger couldn't help but laugh silently.
Anna beckoned, "I have wine, time, and the mood to drink."
"How about you?"
Their eyes met, and an indefinable emotion swirled between them. The red wine hadn't been opened yet, but Roger felt as if the fragrance of the wine already filled his mouth.
"I only have myself."
"That's enough."
"Pop!"
The red liquid poured into the transparent glass, and Anna raised her glass, looking at the sunset turned red through the wine.
"It feels so good to have a body."
She drained her glass, and in this rare moment of relaxation, they reminisced about everything that had happened over the past six months. As the wine dwindled, their bodies drew closer.
Anna exhaled the scent of wine from her breath and looked closely at Roger's face, "To tell you the truth, even when I was alive, I never got this close to a man."
Roger felt a stir in his heart and made the correct choice.
