catch her finger between my teeth. A rough warning bite—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make it stop. She blinks up at me and lets out a puff of air. “Do you bite every woman that touches you?” I don’t reply. Mainly because my brain’s spinning too fast to think of one, but partly because I wouldn’t know. In my thirty-two years on this earth, she’s the only girl I’ve met who’s been brave enough to touch me with such a gentle caress.
