“For example . . .” Her bright green feline eyes drop to my chest. “I can see yours right now.” My chin snaps toward my chest, and sure enough, my nipples are giving me away. “And they don’t bother me at all.” She licks her bottom lip slowly, with intention, before one cheek hitches up in a lopsided smirk. Then she turns and walks back toward her bedroom, holds one fist up above her head, and says, “Fuck the patriarchy.”
