Have you ever kissed?

She runs her tongue over her lips, as if trying to catch the taste too. And for some reason, this is what gives a push inside. Heat in the groin. Poison in the veins. Doesn't answer. Slow. Want to lie?

- How old are you? - I know the answer.

- Nineteen. And yes, I kissed.

- Not often, apparently.

“Not often,” she squares her shoulders. Almost a challenge. Fool. This is more of an advantage than a disadvantage. And then it dawns on me.

- And how many men have been in your bed?

Squinting, I follow her face. For the slightest hesitation. For facial...