Do you have any friends who aren't Phillites?"
He scowled at me. "I hate that word. I really hate it."
"Why?" I asked, genuinely confused. I gestured around the room, with its leather furniture and slick electronics. "It fits."
"So do Speedos, but I don't want to wear those, either." He stared at me through narrowed eyes. "Let's try this: You tell me something you actually like about me."
I snuggled into his lap. "I like everything about you."
"Except my friends and socioeconomic status."
I looked up at him. "Are you mad?"
"No,Ella,I'm not mad."
I wasn't entirely sure I believed him. He looked a little grim. I felt a tug of worry. "I like your mouth," I whispered, tracing his lips with my fingertip, coaxing them up at the corner. "Among many,many other things."
The mouth was a good start. I especially liked what he did with it.So much that I didn't realize what his hands were doing until I felt cool air.

Autore: Melissa Jensen