Danielle
“Oh my goodness, you have to stop if you don’t want me to start slurring.”
Giovanni chuckles as he fills up our glasses again, emptying the third bottle of wine we shared. “Wouldn’t mind.”
He grins mockingly and leans back, caressing my legs.
We settled into the couch after we finished the ghastly dinner I cooked and continued chattering about everything possible around us.
The emphasis clearly lies on the “around us” as we don’t touch the subjects regarding our fight, my family, his job, my/his money or the silly situation we are living in at the moment.
As our laughter about something that happened during a night out dies down, I take a sip of my glass before asking the question that has been bothering me since yesterday. “How did the meeting go last night?”
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