“Well, go on,” I say with a wave of my hand. “Talk French to me.” I say it as a joke, mostly, which means I could never anticipate the way my pulse quickens when she opens her mouth, sounding every bit a native to the French tongue in my very limited experience as her soft tone shapes softer words. “Tu es mignon avec tes longs cheveux.” Jesus. My fucking dick twitches. Twitches. Because Lila Baker just said God knows what to me in French. What the hell is that about?
