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@FrostPoem She tilted the bottle at me and raised a questioning eyebrow. I nodded and watched her hand, so white against the dark green glass. I always loved her hands. The wine glugged into the large goblet, glowing in the soft candle flame, heavy and dark as liquid rubies. "Wo! Wo!" I was laughing. "Are you trying to make me lose my head?" She gave me a very straight look over her own glass. "No. Your heart." she said deadpan. I buried my face in crystal, trying to suppress the blush. The smell engulfed me and I drank it in. Rich berry fruits, chocolate, the softest touch of buttery oak. I was transported back to California, to the long sun-filled days on her family's vineyard, the wide sky, the smell of ripening grapes everywhere, the things I tried so hard not to feel. "What?" she said, bringing me back from my memories, "You thought I wouldn't come back here to find you?" She was looking at me and her dark eyes were glowing, smouldering like the depths of the wine. "And I'm not leaving again. Not without you anyway." I let the wine fil my mouth, warm, soft like her, it flowed smoothly down my throat like a kiss, like a promise. I lifted my head to look at her. We both smiled and clinked glasses. #AMWriting #WritingCommunity