Amara

By the time the dinner was done, I was pretty much fumbling over my words. Who knew company dinners could be so much fun? Well, I didn’t know that.

“I think you’ve had too much wine, babygirl.” James whispered into my ear.

I giggled and leaned into him. “I don’t think you’ve had enough wine, James. You need to loosen up! Come on, give me a smile.” I held his cheeks in both my hands and squashed it. “Why do you look like a potato?”

“I should’ve stopped ...