““How long has it been, kitten? How long is ‘a little while’?” “Um, just some time.” I give her jaw a little nip, not hard, just enough to send a shudder through her. “How long?” I repeat. “Two,” she whispers. “Two weeks?” “No.” I frown, pulling away. “Two months?” She draws herself up and meets my eyes with an expression I can’t read. “It’s been two years.” My mind goes blank; her words don’t make any sense to me, don’t compute. Two years without sex? Seven hundred and thirty days? Seven hundred and thirty and a half days, scientifically speaking?””
