Lindsay, her smile big, sat down, tucking her floral dress around her legs. Adam pulled a bottle of champagne out of the basket, which was somehow chilled, with strawberries. “What else you got in there?” she asked, trying to peek.
Adam handed her a glass - real glass - of champagne. “There’s some crackers, bread, some cheese - I thought you might be hungry.” He clinked his glass to hers and sipped.
“What are we drinking to?” Lindsay asked.
Adam shrugged. “To friends?”
Lindsay’s blue eyes opened wide. “This doesn’t feel so much like friends right now,” she said quietly.
Adam swirled the champagne in his glass as he thought of what to say next. “Lindsay, I …” was all he said before he felt her soft lips on his.
He slipped his hands around her face and slid them back into her hair, the glass of champagne forgotten on the grass beside him. His mind processed everything, from the faint taste of cherries on her lips to the gentle, kitten-like movement of her tongue. As t
