This was so weird. This was so weird, but he wanted her. He wanted her, and that was just... weird. Still, she was glad for it, and even gladder that he showed it rather than just said it. Saying it was good, though. She liked the saying part, too. And the kissing part. That was exceptionally good.
Rose followed to the couch, herself, and set her plate on the coffee table.
"Stay," she said to him when he let go of her hand. She kissed his forehead briefly before disappearing back to the table to collect their napkins. She hesitated, then snagged their wine glasses too, along with the half-finished bottle of wine. When she'd draped both their laps with their napkins and poured more wine for each of them, she finally settled back with her own plate. Her thigh brushed against his. She liked that, so she edged a little closer and hoped it wasn't too annoying.