" Clay sat up, swinging a leg over Jeff's body to straddle him. He grabbed both wrists and pinned them by Jeff's head, bending closer until they shared a breath between parted lips.

"There's something about you, Jeff. Always something."

"I'm just an ordinary guy --" Jeff stopped when Clay shook his head vigorously.

"You're not. You're special."

"Special how?"

"You taste good. "

― Catt Ford , Extreme Bull