“Exactly,” he agreed. “It’s your subconscious’s way of alerting your body to danger, even when you might not be in any.” “Okay.” I nodded slowly, soaking in every word he was telling me. “Good to know.” “Can I give you my phone number?” I stared blankly at him. “Lad, I’m flattered, but I like pussy.” Darren smirked. “Just take my number,” he said, retrieving a business card from his coat pocket. “Call that number when you’re ready.” “Wait!” I called after him, but he was already walking away. “When I’m ready for what?” He didn’t respond.
