First...a drink!

"Yeah, I'm just about ready to give a massage, but I thought...you know...you might want a drink first."

"A drink?" Melody asks, cocking her head to the side. "I thought we were out of beer. Have you been holding out on me?"

"Well, I have something else." You say and hold up the wine bottle. "I thought it might help you to relax a little more."

"Chardonney?" She asks, staring at the bottle. She gives you an odd look. "Jack, have you ever seen me drink wine?"

"N-no." You say weakly. You knew you should have stuck with beers!

Melody's face eases into a smile. "Then how on Earth did you know that this is what I'd be wanting right now?" You let out a breath. "You are amazing, did you know that? Warm bath, massage, and now good wine? You know me too well, Jack." You silently praise Scott's good, if somewhat unconventional, knowledge of **** and women.

"Let's get the glasses then, or are we drinking right from the bottle?"