Hazel

"Not enough to scare you I hope," Hazel voiced, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she studied him fingers tapping the base of her glass.

"Quite the opposite," he declared his hand inching closer to where she had rested her free arm on the back of the sofa.

"Good, I think we'd balance each other out perfectly," she mused, her hand meeting him halfway like she had read his mind just as she took a sip of her wine.