“And purple. Purple looks great on you,” he murmurs. “We still have thirty minutes until we have to leave. Think we could find something to do?” He pushes aside the top of my dress, and his mouth goes just above my bra line. Esben wasn’t kidding when he told me there was a spectrum. I haven’t even taken my pants off with him yet, but he’s somehow managed to keep us very busy these past few weeks. And given the way his tongue feels and the way he’s periodically sucking on my skin, I’m pretty tempted to rip off my dress right this second.