““Well, that’s good to know. ’Cause man, do I ever like looking at you.” “You do?” “Oh yeah. I like these,” he said, and then he stroked over her eyebrows with his thumbs . Not her breasts or her c*nt or her lips, but those big black hairy things that were pretty much the bane of her existence. And he didn’t stop there. He touched the bump on the bridge of her nose and the mole just beneath her ear, murmuring all the while about how sweet he found them, how delicious.””
