Mark raised the crystal glass gently to his lips, letting the smooth
bubbly liquid flow over his tongue. Don Perignon 1904, definitely a good year.
The bottle, a peace offering from his love, lay nearby in a bucket of ice. They
had been having one of their usual arguments, although this one seemed to get
much more serious.
Categories: Straight Characters: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 7466 Read: 1411
Published: 08/09/11 Updated: 28/12/11