However, Abigail's hope crumbled when she noticed the teasing smile curling on Sawyer's lips and the mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
Her heart raced as she struggled to maintain her composure while meeting his gaze.
Seeing his face draw closer, stopping just an inch away from hers—too close to ignore the scent of wine on his breath—she felt a rush of anxiety.
"Abby, I want you now—"
Abigail tried to push his words aside and asked, "Sawyer, have you been drinking?"
Sawyer smiled and nodded. "Hmm, yeah. I only took a few sips of wine while I waited for you. Hey, I got an idea. Let's drink wine together. I have an old bottle in my collection for this happy moment... You like wine, right?" He stood up from the sofa and waited for her response.
Abigail managed a smile, not wanting to stop him. She couldn't deny she needed a drink to help calm her mind and heart.