Rude (Choose Your Own Adventure)

Chapter 15

'This is possibly the best meal I've ever had in my life,' you tell Hannibal, tucking in to more roast meat.

'Possibly?' His mouth quirks, amused.

'Okay, definitely.' You savour the blood-red wine. 'The food, the wine, the surroundings, the company...'

'I am enjoying your company too,' he says, raising his own glass. You chime yours with his and you drink the toast, looking deep into each other's eyes.

Somehow, after this, conversation seems superfluous. Your forks and knives move in tandem, in harmony, making small musical sounds on the plates. You are intensely aware of his proximity; the way the candlelight caresses his high cheekbones, puts a warm light in his eyes. 

You finish every single morsel.

Hannibal stands and leans over you to take your plate. You can feel the warmth of his body, hear the rustle of his clothing and the soft thrill of his breath. 

You put your hand on his wrist. 'I loved every minute of that,' you say. 'But to be truthful, Hannibal, I don't think I want dessert.'

'Possibly you would like to enjoy a different pleasure?' he suggests. 

'Yes,' you whisper. 

He takes your hand and draws you upright, out of your  chair. Gently, he puts his hand on your cheek and tilts up your chin. Your lips meet his. They are soft, infinitely exciting, and they taste of wine.

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