intensity in his words, the flash of fang. Clearly a discussion for another day . . . “I have an idea. Let’s take off our clothes and fool around on the settee. If I trip and fall and land smack-dab on your cock, then it won’t be your fault.” “Lose your virginity while on top?” “I’ve already kind of lost my virginity.” Had his face flushed? “It would be easier for you if I lay upon your body—once you are turned.”
