A Fifth Glass

There’s something undeniably romantic about red wine it’s classy, smooth, and just the right amount of dangerous. That’s exactly what Jake thought when he brought out the bottle one lazy Friday night. He and his girlfriend Mia had no fancy plans, no reservations, no jazz playlist humming in the background just them, a cozy bed, and a bottle of red that looked way too fancy for their pajamas.

The first glass was civilized. They clinked glasses, said something poetic like “to us,” and sipped as if they were wine critics instead of two people who usually buy the cheapest bottle on sale. The second glass brought laughter those deep, uncontrollable giggles that start over nothing and end with “Wait, what were we even laughing about?”

By the third glass, the compliments started rolling. Jake was “the most handsome man alive,” and Mia was “basically a goddess with great taste in snacks.” They debated which one of them would survive a zombie apocalypse (spoiler: neither).

Then came the fourth glass the danger zone. Mia, suddenly feeling like a movie star, decided the bed was her stage. She started doing her best “romantic villainess” impression, complete with exaggerated poses and mysterious eyebrow raises. Jake tried to play along but couldn’t stop laughing. The “movie scene” quickly turned into a mix of giggling, wine spilling, and “Hey, watch the sheets!” moments.

But the real twist came with glass number five. Mia, mid-sentence and mid-laugh, began to slow down. Her eyes drooped, her head tilted, and before Jake could even hand her the last sip, she was out fast asleep, clutching the wine glass like it was a priceless trophy.

Jake smiled, gently took the glass from her hand, and whispered, “Guess we found your limit.” He pulled the blanket over her, turned off the light, and sat there for a moment amused, tipsy, and completely smitten.

Because love isn’t always about candlelit dinners or fancy gestures. Sometimes it’s just two people, a bottle of red wine, a messy bed, and a fifth glass that never stood a chance.

 

By ayayay1

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