Delia is convinced that Bad Sex Karma has turned her into a human wrecking ball when it comes to men. However, there's one who doesn't seem to suffer any ill effects from being around her: the guy she encountered at the farmstand a couple of Sundays back. Still, she's superstitious enough that she won't admit she's interested, in case the curse decides to smite him.
In this scene, the man comes into the winery where Delia works, and she's just given him a Chardonnay to sample:
He closed his eyes as he breathed it in, and dear Lord, it was so unintentionally erotic, I had to grab on to the edge of the tasting bar for support. He lifted the glass to his lips and let the golden liquid flow into his mouth, taking his time while he savored the individual flavors.
I could feel my legs start to melt, and I leaned against the counter, casually, as if I wasn't using it to keep from sliding to the floor.
Finally, when I thought I couldn't take any more of his obvious enjoyment, he set his glass down and smiled. "That was amazing."
"Was it ever."
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