Chapter 118. Intentions

"You might have trouble with hang-over in the morning if you try something stronger than a fruit wine," Denny replied with humor and also honesty. "We have a lot of wine, don't worry about it."

He handed her the wine glass as he read what it said on the print.

"You are my person..." Denny poured the fruit as Trisha held the glass.

Then Trisha handed Denny the other wine glass as she read its print.

"And I'm yours..." mimicking Denny's gesture of pouring the wine for him.

They were still standing on their spot by the island table in the kitchen. They clinked their glasses before having a sip of their drinks.

"Cheers!"

"Honey, you take the glasses, and I will bring the tray. Let's move to the living room," Denny suggested.

"Okay," Trisha complied and followed Denny's lead on where to sit on the couches.

Silence filled the place when they got seated. Denny opened the conversation.

"You don't have to say anything if you're not