Beaujolais
an excerpt

She half-giggled and brought her face right up to his.

His and her inhalations and exhalations swirled together in such an intricate dance that some South Pacific climate system perked up its ears and waited for the currents set in motion to arrive and unleash all manner of meteorological devastation upon an unpopulated little island whose air of smugness was pissing off any sea creature who passed.

Roger wasn't sure - his particular sight-line somewhat inconvenient for measuring the distance - but he seemed to sense that even moving a muscle around his nose would put his lips in contact with hers. He felt his eyes squint a little, almost instinctively.