Susanna had no outward reaction to him moving just a bit closer to her, but when he reiterated that he did think that, she smirked slowly but stayed silent. Let him draw whatever conclusions he wanted, even if it was pretty clear he'd already drawn the correct conclusions. She wasn't ashamed of having sampled some wine already. "Thirty-three months, hmm," she echoed, ignoring the question. "That's a long time."
Taking her last bite of salad as Ryan elaborated, Susanna had a hard time remembering to chew. Her whole body warmed, flushed. Not in embarrassment, no certainly not that, but in response to the husky tone, the images the words placed in her head. It didn't matter that she'd come down to the kitchen feeling satisfied. It was as if she'd she'd gone without water for days, and now she just wanted to drink until she drowned. She turned around, needing a moment to compose herself, shifting a couple steps over to the sink to clean her bowl.