Wes smirked back, leaning against the doorframe and taking in the sight of her in just a flimsy robe.

"I thought we should celebrate. Isn't it what typical people do on Valentine's?" It was said with a mocking tone and it was obvious from his demeanour that he had no intention of getting into the sentimental spirit of the day. Love wasn't on the table. It never had been.

The wine he had chosen wasn't champagne, either. It was an expensive Syrah instead.