“I took this from my dad’s private stock. It’s amazing.” He grins, and for a moment warning bells go off. Is he fucking gay? I’m not an arrogant person, but I know I look amazing, and he’s more worried about the wine than my tits, which, I’m sorry, are fucking perfect.

Full, not too big, with big nipples, come on…

“Sure. Wine sounds perfect.” I take the bottle, not waiting to see if he follows me. Memories of the last time we were together make me falter. He did get hard, but then he’d lose it. Yeah, he’s not gay; he’s just a little timid.

I reach for the electric wine opener as he saunters in and looks out the windows.

“I’m starving. You want to order some food?” My voice gets louder as the hum of the opener quickly opens the bottle.

“Nah, I ate earlier. I’m vegan now, did I tell you that?” My hand freezes and I look over at him.

No wonder he looks so pale and gaunt. The man needs a steak, something bloody to get the color back in his skin.

“Um, no. Last I heard, you were a vegetarian.” Turning the wine opener back on to finish, it dawns on me how uncomfortable this is. I know we haven’t talked as much since we both were slammed studying for finals. But we still talked. You would think he would tell me this. It’s kind of a big thing. It would be for me. But I love food, including meat.

He turns and looks at me, then at the wine. “Yeah, the health advantages of being vegan just seemed right. I mean, I really want…” And I tune him out as I look around for some wineglasses. Brody is passionate about animals. Hence, I understood the vegetarian thing, but vegan… that’s a whole ’nother level. I know it’s trendy, and I’ve tried vegan restaurants several times. It always gives me horrible acid reflux, and I have bloat for days.

“I can’t find wineglasses, so these will have to do.” I talk over his preaching. He looks a little startled, but nods at the two glasses I hold in my hand.

“As long as you feel good,” I say lamely because he has his hands in his pockets looking like a kid who’s just been scolded. For fuck’s sake, he’s two years older than me. Why does he seem so immature all of a sudden?