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1 " I try to act cool. I’ve never had a hand on my thigh, under the table. Cathy—my brother’s wife—is telling a very funny story about the family’s trips to Bridlington, and her elderly Grandmother is doling out peas, which makes the experience even stranger. "
― Charlotte Stein , Waiting in Vain
2 " Mick...” I begin, as his tongue curls just ever so slightly around my earlobe. “I think you’re gorgeous, but...” “You think I’m gorgeous?” I’ve no idea why he sounds incredulous, again. “Did I say that? I meant—” “Because I think you’re gorgeous. I think you’re delicious, too. I just want to...unwrap you. "
3 " She’s so elderly that I’m sure she was alive before sex was invented. She conceived Mick’s Dad by shaking hands with a stork. "
4 " Did I make you this wet?” he asks, just as he smoothes two fingers all the way down to dip right into me. My back arches—just a little—at the sensation of being filled. I have to bite my lip, it’s been so long. “I bet I could make you wetter, though. "
5 " You’re absolutely gorgeous! Hideously gorgeous! I hate to break it to you, Mick, but gorgeous men aren’t afraid of asking clever women out on dates. Quite the opposite.” “Did you work that out in your giant alien brain?” he says. Completely deadpan. See—not only is he gorgeous, he’s also funny enough to make me laugh in the middle of indignation. “No, but—” “Were there lots of equations involved? If X has a tight bum and Y has big knockers, do they intersect in column Z?” “I’ll intersect your column, in a minute. "
