Jealousy in Disguise

“Come… what did you take me for?” I declared, folding my arms playfully. “Did you honestly think I can’t hold my wine?”

“You can’t hold anything,” he replied calmly. “I’m afraid I’ll have to carry you home while you speak complete gibberish.”

“Don’t dare me,” I shot back, a mischievous smile spreading across my face.

“Should I have all the wine changed?” he asked, clearly amused.

“Not interested,” I declared without hesitation.

He laughed softly. “I win.”

“I am not starting to drink alcohol just to prove anything,” I added quickly.

“You win,” he replied, surrendering as he popped the wine open and poured it into two...