" She swiped a pen off the side table and grabbed my hand, scrawling the digits across my palm.
And then... whether unthinking or by design... she puckered her lips and blew a soft wisp of air across the ink.
She may as well have electrocuted me.
I pulled my hand away a little too abruptly, said a stammered goodbye, and drove with a raging hard-on the entire way home. "

― T. Torrest , Trip