Maybe you’d both had a little too much to drink - but in your defence, the wine you made was great. Great enough to have you on the couch with Harvey, both of your faces warm as you pass the second bottle of wine between yourselves. With how cold it was outside and how tired you both were, the idea of using wine glasses only to wash them later seemed unnecessary.

Harvey passed the nearly-empty bottle back to you, purposely brushing his fingers against yours. He didn’t say anything at first, instead just smiling at you as if you were the best thing in the world.

“You’re the only thing I want to get for the Feast of the Winter Star this year.” He said after a brief pause, with that line sounding far more smooth in his head than it had out loud.