“Do you want to know what it would feel like if my fingertips touched yours?
What it would feel like if my lips, the slightest bit desiccated by the winter wind, explored the depths of your warm neck?
What it would feel like as we fought our way into the most intimate embrace?”
“Excuse me, what was that?”
“Hmm? Oh, uh, I said ‘you might want to cover your drink before you leave it. A lot of sickos out there, y’know?’”
“Oh yes, thanks.”
That smile. Enchanting.
Yeah, she wants to know…