"Sure," he said, pressing another kiss to her lips before he went to the cupboard under the stairs, where they kept their somewhat limited wine collection. He picked a nice white, perfect for chicken and uncorked it before fetching two glasses and putting them on the table. "You're going to make me fat, love, with all these delicious meals."
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