Vort

"Jealousy is an unflattering shade on anyone, but especially on you my dear", he said, handing her a glass of wine. She laughed, her eyes still focused on the happy couple that lay a few feet away, the man gently tucking a strand of hair behind the woman's ear as she flashed a diamond ring.

"Then get me something else to wear."
 They sipped in silence.
 "You've grown thorns", he said.
"Have I?"
 "Yes. But the rose grows ever more beautiful."

He kissed her. His breath tasted of merlot mixed with saffron, and a little bit of sea-salt that remained on his tongue from the appetizers. "Not a bad vintage", she thought, as she sipped his lips.