“For which part?” I asked. “For the wild make-out session? For you eyeballing my throat like it was a tasty, tasty treat? Or for running away from me and leaving me with a throbbing case of blue-ovaries?” He jerked his head up. “Blue…ovaries?” I shrugged. “I figure if guys can say they get blue balls without there being any scientific evidence to back it up, I can claim blue ovaries.
