"There are other things we could do that wouldn't require any talking." York stared at me. "No." "You know, you're really hurting my pride here." I leaned closer to him, sighing dramatically. "Am I really not your type, sexually?" I didn't expect an answer, but when York gave a reply, I was left flabbergasted. He downed another shot of Tequila and just under his breath, barely over the thumping music and noise from the crowd of people, I heard him. "You are."
