A Movie of Our Own (wlw)

38

Charlotte

"This kitchen is gorgeous." I beamed as I scanned the kitchen, the modern exterior looked so beautiful and the marble counters looked so expensive and nice.

"Thank you, now, are you okay with some Chinese food? I'm not really sure what else to order.." Brooke said as she traveled around the kitchen island and opened a big glass door that led to somewhere.

Brooke looked behind her and glanced at me, signaling for me to follow her.

I jumped at the opportunity and immediately went to her. And as I neared the door Brooke spoke up, "So, this is my fancy wine cellar." She showed off the cases of wine, stacked from the bottom to the ceiling of the room.

My mouth was practically hanging open, "Wow, so I guess you really like wine?" I asked as I walked around, looking at all of the fancy wines.

"Can you tell?" Brooke joked.

"Anyways, you can choose one. I'll pour us a glass." Brooke offered.

"Aren't these really expensive though? I wouldn't want to choose one that's really valuable to you." I pouted.

"No, it's fine darling." She chuckled.

"My more valuable ones are somewhere else," She said as she walked up to me, putting an arm around my waist. "So choose whichever one you please. Yes these are expensive but at least it's not going to waste." Brooke explained before she left a kiss on my cheek and returned back into the kitchen.

Oh my god, my legs definitely just did something.

I shake the weird thought out of my head and start looking around the wine cellar for a few minutes, making sure to pick out not such an expensive one even though I don't know the first thing about this stuff.

I then came across a bottle of red wine that seemed pretty tasty so I picked it up and brought it out to the kitchen where Brooke had both of the glasses out.

"Here's my choice!" I said with a smile as I placed the wine down on the counter.

Brooke then picked it up and inspected it before she opened it up and started pouring the wine, "This right here is an elegant wine called, Merlot, it's not as rich as other red wines but it's very nice." Brooke explained to me as she finished putting the wine in the glass.

And something about Brooke telling me those fun facts about that wine turned me on, for some strange reason.

"Do you usually know that much about all of your wines?" I asked as I picked up one of the glasses.

"Most of them I do, and then there's some that I know are fancy because I've heard my dad or other people talk about them." She laughed as she took a sip of her wine.

As she laughed the only thing that I could think of was, oh right, that's her dad. I felt frozen in place, stuck in the thought of how close they may be — almost until Brooke spoke up.

"Wanna watch TV while we wait for the food? It will be here in like half an hour I'm sure." Brooke said.

"Of course." I responded.

Brooke then nodded before walking out of the kitchen, past the dining room to a small hallway which led to a doorway, and through it was her also big living room.

Her couches were black, the dark brown wooden floors complemented the couches perfectly and there were shelves with books and plants. Books she probably doesn't read but it was beautifully decorated.

"Pretty as well?" Brooke smirked to me as she sat down, I followed but I sat in a respectable space between her and I.

"You read my mind." I smiled.