“All night long, I’ve watched them watch you, watched people’s faces light up when they got the chance to talk to you or be on the receiving end of your smile.” Nothing he’s saying is suggestive or sexual, but for some reason, his already low tone has descended into the pits of hell, transforming into a growl I still associate with sweat-slick skin and lost inhibitions. Desire unfurls in the pit of my belly, and my pulse leaps as he continues.
