They lifted their glasses in unison and clinked them. Their gazes locked, they drank their wine, the silence growing more intimate.

Sabrina felt a rush of warmth to her cheeks. She was unsure if it was the alcohol or her bashfulness at play.

"I need to visit the restroom." He stood up and left.

Watching his receding silhouette, she brushed her heated cheek.

She knew she wouldn't turn him down if he wished to be intimate that night.