“I want to, though,” she shyly admits, turning her head slightly to hide from my view. “We can go home… well, to your place—” “Why not here?” “Hello? Tessa?” I wave my hand in front of her face, and she looks up at me, bewildered. “Have you seen Tessa around anywhere, because this hormone-addled, sex-crazed woman wiggling in my lap is certainly not her,” I tease, and she catches on, finally. “I’m not sex-crazed.” She pouts, pushing out her lower lip, and I lean up to catch it between my teeth.
