“Can I ask you what you meant last night? When you were leaving, you said something like, ‘Yeah, that’s what I thought.’” For the first time, he looked a little embarrassed. But his eyes met mine and he pierced me with his gaze. “I wondered how you’d respond. How you’d taste.” Oh, holy fucking fuck. My knees felt wobbly. “And?” “And it was as good as I thought it would be.”
