"I will enforce that rule," she said with a return smile.
As he passed over the glass, she noted that their fingers were kept at odds the entire time. A slight wrinkle creased her brow, and her smile vanished. It was so hard, realizing that she was slipping back into those old habits around him. She had to remind herself that Edward had changed. He'd seen Hell, and to act like everything was the same would be an insult.
Sitting down in her chair as well, she took a sip of the wine and set it down. "It's very good," she remarked as she spooned a bit of the pasta onto her plate. Handing the spoon over to him, she offered a fragile smile. "It, uh...just occurred to me." She cleared her throat, looking down at the table. "That the story I told you, the night we went out to dinner..." He knew which one. It was obvious. "I'm really sorry if that was...TMI..."