This"—I nod at the door—"is a bad idea. For—" "For you, " she cuts in with a meaningful smile. Leaning on the wall beside me, Fawn's door in front of us, she says, "I've seen you with women, Clay. For the past two decades, I have seen every aspect of your affection for them. I've seen you swoon them, eye-fuck them—" "Charming." A husky chuckle leaves her. "Charm them. I have seen you almost, almost love them." Aurora's face softens. "But I have never seen you look at a girl the way you looked at her tonight." "And how was that?" She touches my cheek. "Like you couldn't bear not to."
