Sixty Three

I bit back a moan as I chewed slowly on my meal. I guessed right, the chicken cordon bleu tasted fringing great.

Our orders arrived a few minutes earlier and it's been la la wonderland. And not to forget the excellent wine. Just staring at the bottle makes my stomach dance with joy.

I reach the bottle but Liam beats me to it picking up the bottle. I look up at him with my brows arched in question.

"You shouldn't drink much" he explains pouring the wine into my glass himself.

I watch like a hawk as he fills my glass and a muscle jumps in my jaw when Liam stops with my glass half way filled. "What's this?" I snarl.

He smirks, setting down the bottle gently. "Wine, what, is it wrong that I choose to do the serving?"

I scrunch my nose narrowing my gaze at him. "Whatever" not like I can't reach for it next time.

The next time never arrives as every time I reach for the bottle Liam would always beat me to it. It was like he predicted my move even before I made it.

"Stop that" I