He held her closer. “You might feel different in the morning when the sugar high has worn off and the alcohol turns into a hangover. Did I mention he makes that himself and it probably has a higher volume alcohol than you’re used to when it comes to wine? You don’t drink a lot and that particular wine can really sneak up on you. I should know. Most of my youthful indiscretions were because of that wine.”

She shook her head. He was not taking her red Solo cup. Her red Solo cup was her friend. Her red Solo cup let her relax and not be worried or upset. Everyone made mistakes. Not everyone had piercing blue eyes and made love like a superhero. Those were very important things. “You will pry this cup out of my cold, dead fingers.”

And he could dance.

“You also might feel differently when we get out to the wharf,” he admitted. “It’s not what you’re used to. The apartment is a bit on the utilitarian side. We have a kitchen and a bedroom and living area. The bathroom isn’t bad, but it’s only a shower. I used to live out at my momma’s, but I thought that might be weird, to say the least.”

“Weird?”

“I don’t want to share a room with my brother. He’s a slob.”

She had to laugh at the thought. “Well, I’ll make sure I stay tidy.”

He swayed and she followed. It felt so right to be in his arms.

“Thank you for tonight,” he whispered.

“I didn’t do anything except eat a ton of food.” Such good food. If they did this kind of thing often, she was going to gain a bunch of weight.

“You made tonight special for me.” He sighed and she could feel his body relax against hers. “I didn’t think I would come home. I sure didn’t think I would come home like this. If you hadn’t been with me, I would have gone on to the wharf. I don’t know how to deal with this.”

“With people who care about you?” It was the easiest thing in the world to lay her head on his chest and just be. Between the music and the starry night and the man who held her, life seemed pretty perfect.

“It’s a lot.” His hand smoothed down her back. “I guess I’ve gotten more used to keeping my mouth shut and throwing myself in front of bullets. I used to be fairly good at dealing with people. I used to be able to negotiate and debate my way around things. Now the whole thought makes me tired. I guess I thought I would be happier.”