““Finally she chooses. Instead of picking up the remote, she bends over the table to reach it and enter the code. Her dress pulls up a little and I can see the back of her thighs. They have little crease marks from the couch. I want to wrap my hand around them and smooth the marks with my thumb. She turns to look at me and I can't pretend I wasn't staring. I don't want to. I want her and I want her to know that I want her. She doesn't look away from me. Her lips part (they really are the nicest lips in the known universe) and she touches her tongue to her bottom one.””
