He tilts my chin up with two fingers, his eyes doing most of the smiling now, searching me. “What black eyes you have…” “All the better to devour you with.” That wasn’t me. I’m not that witty. Camila is back with a bigger, wider grin than she’s worn all night. “Are you two friends?” She radiates at that possibility. And I swear she glances at my nipple, recalling that he was the one who pierced me.
