“What are you staring at?” I ask. “You,” he says seriously. “You can learn a lot about a woman by watching her when she’s talking about sex.” “And what is that?” His hand rises to my face, and he places the softest of touches to my skin. “Your cheeks are flush, and your shoulders fall back. There’s even this gleam in your eyes, like you’re about to eat your favorite candy. It excites you, but you’re hungry for it. Like you haven’t had it in a while.” I swallow. “You can tell that just from looking at me?”
