" What did you want to do?” I knew what she’d wanted, but sick fuck that I was, I wanted to hear her say it. “What did you want to do?” I asked again.
“You know…”
“Not really. No idea what you’re talking about.” She exhaled loudly. “Say it.”
“I wanted to see you…touch you…taste you,” Quinn said, her voice low.
“See what? Touch what? Taste what? I thought you wanted to be a writer. Use your words.”
She hugged out a breath. “Your…” She cleared her throat and averted her gaze. “Penis.”
A laugh burst out of me. “My penis? I haven’t heard that word since Sex Ed in middle school. "

― Emery Rose , When We Were Reckless (Lost Stars #3)