QUOTE : The guys were giving me shit,” I blurt out, my common sense weakened by his nearness. “About you. They implied that you were a cold fish where sex was involved. That you don’t…er…do that anymore.”<br />God, I can’t look at him. I brace for his ire, but he laughs. Not long or very loud, but his chest shakes, and he wipes a hand over his face as he tries to get control of it.<br />“And you what?” he asks, his eyes gleaming with mirth. “Thought I was a virgin?”<br />“No.” I kick his foot lightly. “No. I just…Gah! You said <i>fuck</i> , and it got me thinking about it.”<br />“Fucking?” he asks, grinning wide enough to flash his white teeth.<br />I look away so I can’t be charmed any further. “I hate you.”<br />“No, you don’t,” he teases in a tone so unlike him – so like <i>me</i> - that I meet his gaze.<br />“No, I don’t,” I agree quietly.