Vaughn

The light in her apartment, which I now think of as mine too, is low and gives off the impression of illicit things about to happen.

Which they are. There is something I want to do with her, and I think she wants to do it with me. We throw our stuff onto the couch, and I reach over, grasping her hair in my fingers. "Val, there's something I want to teach you. Can I?"

She nods, her eyes wide. "What is it?"

Running the finger of my free hand along ...