Domesticated Noah

"I didn't expect that you would really prepare dinner for us, or that I'd be invited," he poured more wine into her empty glass. 

"Noah, are you trying to get me drunk?"." 

Noah hasn't even finished his first glass of wine yet. He barely drank any of it. 

"Little Miss Jessie, I don't plan on taking advantage of you tonight," he scoffed, shaking his head in amusement. His eyes were dancing in mischief and a lecherous smile framed his lips.

"Why, Mr. Tiefenbacher, I didn't believe that at all." she softly chuckled, sipping her wine. 

She observed Noah from the rim of her glass. He looked so at home at her dining table. He showered her cooking skills with compliments. From her Tzatziki shrimp chips bite and to the steak that she prepared. 

Now they are just enjoying the store-bought tiramisu that they are sharing while they are having their wine.