“I said, sex is on the table.” Silence. “Or anywhere else you’d like to have it, to be honest. I’m not picky.” My. Jaw. Was. On. The. Goddamn. Floor. “I’m sorry.” I swallowed back saliva—and possibly my fucking tongue with it. “My grasp on the English language has loosened in the past five seconds. Do you mean to tell me you want to, uh, fuck?”
