He returned moments later with their glasses refilled, handing one to her before settling beside her on the couch.
"I still can't believe you're spending the night here," Cas said, sipping his wine, eyes flicking to her face.
Vee shrugged lightly. "I miss Valentina. And well… you're the next best thing."
He scoffed. "Ooh. I'm flattered. Second favorite. I'll take it."
She laughed. "That's not a fair measurement. It should be a male female thing. You're my favorite man."
"And you're my favorite girl."
He reached for her glass, fingers brushing hers as he took it from her hand and set it aside. The kiss that followed was meant to be light. A punctuation mark. A reminder of affection without complication.
But she grabbed his shirt.
She pulled him closer, and whatever careful boundary he'd been holding onto slipped through his fingers.
The couch suddenly felt too small.
