One corner of her plump mouth lifts. I want to kiss it. Why haven’t I kissed her yet?
“I don’t have a farm to bet. And you could probably prove me wrong. Are you going to?” Her jaw is thrust out in challenge.
My mouth twitches. So small. So fierce. “No, firecracker. Physical abuse doesn’t turn me on.”
She exhales. “Then, yes, I want to see you, and you have my word I won’t tell anyone.”
I reach for the controls that I always have at hand. My finger finds the appropriate button and tiny beams of yellow light overhead transform the room from near darkness to twilight gloom.
Leaning forward, I place my elbows on my knees and capture her gaze.
“Can you see me now?”