Tasting Her Again

Damion

I noticed the assortment of liquor bottles on top of her fridge and raised an eyebrow.

“It isn’t what it looks like,” she quickly said. “I don’t party a lot. Some of that stuff is over a year old. Every once in a while, Sadie will have a girls’ night and mix up drinks. The bar in town isn’t really all that big on the fruity drinks, so we make them here.”

I held up my hands. “No judgment from me.”

I realized in that moment I didn’t want to go out. I didn’t want people around us. I wanted it to be just me and her. She said she wanted to talk. I wasn’t sure which way that conversation was going to go and figured privacy might be a good thing.

“I’m ready to go,” she said.

“Let’s stay in,” I blurted out.

“What?”

“What do you have in the fridge? We can whip something up and eat here. Unless you have your heart set on going out.”

She shrugged. “I definitely don’t have my heart set on going out. I don’t know what I have to make, though.”

“May I?” I asked, putting my hand on the fridge