"I'm not angry." He silently added on 'Not at you anyway.' He shrugged at her as he took another sip of his wine, setting down the glass and standing up, extending a hand to her. "Let's go to the bedroom."
Tamara was happy the handsome gentleman wasn't angry at her. She put the glass of wine on the table and took his hand. "I'd gladly go with you," she said gladly as her little hand took his big one.
He smiled as he leaned forward and kissed her, very very gently before he turned and started to lead her through the house. "I'm glad you will." Once they came to the bedroom, he smiled as he turned to face her, moving aside. "And here we are."